I walked into Casey's today expecting a slice of pizza, not a front-row seat to a live-action biohazard demonstration. The guy making pizzas looked like Casey's hired him off Craigslist during a solar eclipse.
Let's talk about this man -- because WOW.
He spent half his shift wiping his nose with his bare hands, then went right back to touching the food like he was trying to share whatever exotic illness he's brewing. No gloves. No handwashing. No basic human decency. Just straight-up seasoning the pizza with his immune system.
And THEN -- because apparently we're living in a simulation -- this dude has "F* YOU" tattooed across his knuckles**, fully visible, proudly displayed like he's the boss of a prison yard instead of a gas station full of moms and little kids trying to get a slice. Who approved this? Who thought, "Yes, this is the customer service aesthetic we want"?
The narcissism was unreal. He acted like the pizza counter was his kingdom and we were peasants bothering him. Sir, relax. You're not the main character -- you're the walking OSHA violation the health inspector warns interns about.
One sneeze from this man could cause a statewide shutdown.
Casey's, I'm begging y'all: FIX. THIS.
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