Would you like some PCP with that?
He was like a robot caught in some kind of loop. The jackasses filming were happy that they could use the experience to game a free meal at Popeye’s. What language were those customers even speaking? Death squads are the only thing that can save us now.
Those guys, I guess it takes one to know one, eh?
absolutely. no job, no future and living on ebt.
all i can say is that the negros in the car and in the store display an ignorance that is so commonplace in the negro community. No education and no class. This combination is a hallmark of the negro.
PCP will mess you up far worse than some wobbly pops.
I learned that much from this scene in the movie ‘Friday’……..
The minimum wage isn’t low enough.
At least then my kids could get a job. I often wondered why I got $3.35 an hour at my first job when the kids at McDonalds were only getting $2.90. I paid a hundred hours for my first video game console.
My first job in my life was as a dishwasher in a restaurant (the kind of job Americans won’t do – but I was too dumb to know that at the time). I’d spend an 8-hour shift hunched over a greasy cold sink and work straight through so I could keep up. The only breaks I had were to go to the bathroom. When the dishes were all caught up, I’d scrub stuff down in my work area. When I was done I could not stand up straight by the end of the night and I’d typically put in a 38 or 39 hour week, while I was in high school. I would have been 14, just on the edge of 15 when I started. I did it for two years, with two sick days and maybe three times being about 15-minutes late. I was eventually promoted to prep cook (sounds of astonishment). I was making a scorching $3.85 an hour when the place went belly up just after I turned 17. It taught me lots of things, mostly that I don’t want to be a dishwasher the rest of my days, but I was still grateful I had a job.
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Oh man, no way!!! The parallels in our lives 30-years ago are getting kind of strange. 🙂
My favorite part was eating up all the old prime rib and beef ribs that had been overlooked and in my mind they were better than the stuff the customers got. I was 6-0 and weighted 145 pounds But I could do an entire prime rib rack in about two hours, meat and ribs. I think no human has ever eaten so much meat as I since the time of the Cro-magnum man. The owner could not believe it possible and I never gained an ounce. Don’t think I could do that today.
I couldn’t either. I never tired of bacon. I remember on slow nights we’d sit around the kitchen on overturned pails in a circle peeling potatoes into a huge pot. I can’t remember his last name. But, I can always remember that he sang his song ‘Peter Peter Pussy Eater,’ What about the idiots you encountered on your way up and out of there? There’s a reason some of those people never earned a living wage.
I worked in a menswear store part-time when I was a kid, maybe 14 onwards. I dusted and swept up for three months before I was allowed to speak to a client! Slowly, I “moved up” the ladder – more responsibility, more hours. By the time I graduated high school, the owner had me working half-time, was paying me a very good hourly rate and had me on commission as I was really good at selling trendy shit to young people. I was flying high and worked there until the day before I started college. I kid you not! I LOVED working there by then! BTW, I was the only freshman on campus driving his own new Toyota!
That businessman showed me the ropes about dealing with all manner of people. His voice still comes to me sometimes. He was a true “mentor”, I suppose, though I was too young to recognize it at the time. In hindsight, I realize that I had come to love the guy! We corresponded for years after I moved away from home. Finally, he passed away and his son inherited the business. We attended his funeral. A sad day for both me and my wife.
Self-reliance, F*ck yeah!
I think they should pay them in PCP or “medical Mary Jane”.
Why bother with the middle man?
Instead of “casual Friday” we could have “I’m too stoned to walk” Tuesday.
How about “I’m Too Baked To Bother” Monday? Many Tim Horton’s staff already celebrate that day!
we are just effin’ gone .. !!
Way too much diversity for me , even the videographers are morons. God help us all.