What, me worry?

I was at a drive thru the other day and the man in the box was very short with me. He sounded as if he was being forced at gun point to work behind that mike. To be honest, he acted no different at the window.

After being as polite as I could and waiting for my turn to speak so that I could tell him that Jesus Loves him (that really cheers me up, I thought it might work for him) he abruptly said Continue reading “What, me worry?”