by bob county
Understanding fast food...
Muzzy steps up to the ARBY'S counter. He is wearing his bling-bling
golden burger necklace and big dog leather jacket and cap with parachute
"Oy! I waiting here!" Muzzy slaps the counter.
An ARBY'S associate greets him, "How may I help you?"
She is friendly and attractive. "Yeah. I'd like a turkey sandwich. Fresh!"
Muzzy axes, while making gangster gestures.
"It will be my pleasure to serve you. Would you like a small, medium
or large sub?" the associate queries.
Muzzy steps back and folds his arms, then waves his hands around
and slaps them on the counter; "medium."
"Alright. What kind of soda would you like?" the young lady continues.
"I want a Coke: large. Yeah that'll make it." Muzzy smiles revealing his
"Good. that'll be $4.37." the cashier responds and Muzzy hands her a five.
"Yo! Wo!" Muzzy's eyes pop out as he watches the turkey meat being sliced.
"Is there a problem sir?" the cashier asks nervously.
"Your add said your meat is fresh. That's processed meat. I want to see
my turkey slaughtered." Muzzy folds his arms again and pouts as he looks
down on the cashier.
"Ah.. Let me get a manager." the cashier runs back to a manager.
"Is there a problem?" a manager queries.
"Yeah. Your commercial said your meat was fresh. That's not fresh.
It's processed meat shipped from Ohio." Muzzy answers ..
"That's the only meat we have here. Do you want your sandwich?"
the manager presses on either side of the register with his hairy hands.
"Yeah. Sure. If I knew you was going to give me processed meat I would
have bought some at Market Basket. But, I gots to eat." Muzzy answers
with many gangster gestures. The sandwich is prepared and wrapped.
Muzzy hip hops out of the ARBY'S to his low-rider Nisan.
"Damn! Any fool can make a turkey sandwich." Muzzy cusses and