Turby and John

The restaurant at which I am currently employed now has a lunch buffet, and it has given me an idea of exactly how disgusting most people are. Today I saw a man deciding whether or not to eat an unidentifiable object on his plate. Judging by his expression alone, he had no idea what it was either. It may not have been a low point for him, but it was for me. He decided to eat it.

Menus are for reading. They are not for decoration or a large coaster for your sweet tea.

photo credit: skinnydiver

I was bothered when asked to describe the cheese sticks at my place of employment. I felt that the name should’ve been pretty self explanatory. What was even more explanatory was THE DESCRIPTION ON THE MENU. I described them as crusty tubes filled with cheese, which is exactly what they are. The customers promptly left the restaurant.