The rules reconsidered: horns down, fingers up! (Part 3)

DISCLAIMER: THIS ARTICLE WAS WRITTEN FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY; ANY SPORTING WISDOM OR INSIGHT OR KNOWLEDGE THAT IS NOT DIRECTLY QUOTE BY MY COLLEAGUES IS NOT JUST PURELY ACCIDENTAL BUT UNFORTUNATE.

First, this gentleman (we call him that) spent fifteen minutes deciding what to order while the line snaked exponentially around the corner, back into the kitchen and into the dining area. Then he ordered two chicken fajitas, just meat and cheese, and a coke. At this point I choked on my fist.

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