My brother, who works at Subway, came home last night and shared his sandwich with me. I was sure to point out later that he had crumbs on his jacketses, even though it was really a shirt.
We listen to a radio station at work that... um... advertises itself, I guess, and often uses movie lines. I always squeal with joy when I hear Gollum say: MY PRECIOUS! or You don't have any friends! Nobody likes you! Or when we are cutting potatoes to make fries I always exclaim: Taters! Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew! I think my fellow employees hate me.
