Semi-definition of Hell... (aka Fast Food)

...is when some annoying woman at McDonald's cleaned your table and your last four pieces of french fries... And it's not some fries mind you; it's a "small" order of fries where every inch of potato basked in hydrogenated oil and a conscientious .99 cents of my paycheck count. Since when did McDonald's hire a cleaning table lady? I got that back home where as a habit a staff cleans after customers finished meal, even in a fast food restaurant. Was the lady too concerned for my health she decided to take matters into her own hands? Yeah, I thought that was the case but then she could have booted the Shamrock Milkshake as well.

For the vegetarians, not that you would ever step foot on a fast food restaurant like Popeyes in South San Francisco, but if you ever did (which I will laud you for bravery points) you will only come across a mural which animal lovers could only describe as obscene. The bigger than life garish painting depicted a chef laughing heartily at a happy chicken who is diving in a frying pan full of peppers, onions and vegetables. Another happy chicken is voluntarily helping out with the preparation by showering the chicken in the pan with salt. What can be more appealing to the people eating there than the thought that at least the chickens had a fun time frying themselves.