This article was written during the wing design portion of Alexi, this was in fact the last picture taken before her wings were done...the subsequent story, I am told, is a favorite of those who read my random rants...

Design revisions caused a series of delays, but the project that shall not be named is nearly completed. James, Shane, Kevin and I have spent about 19.5 hours of our time with the construction, and approximately 1.5 hours with Hamburger Stand.

For those of you who don't know, Hamburger Stand is THE place to go if you want to get absofuckinglutly stuffed from throat to colon in burger products for under $8.00. The greatest thing about Hamburger Stand is their employees, here's what I mean-

These are people who didn't get the job at McDonalds, so they went to the jankass ghetto version down the street. Maybe they had a bad attitude at the interview, maybe they are members of N.A.M.B.L.A. but whatever it is, they are here now, in a tiny ass room without climate control or AC, cooking cardboard hamburgers, hour after hour for less than dignified wages and yet not only can they refrain from lunging through the drive through and punching me in the head for coming through and making them manufacture ONE MORE GOD DAMNED BURGER, but they can actually manage to say 'Thanks for coming to Hamburger Stand'.

I actually witnessed one of the BEST things I ever saw in a service/retail environment while at this particular restaurant/shanty. There was this slobbering whitebread cunt at the counter berating the manager about the fact that her burger had pickles on it when she CLEARLY asked for no pickles. The thing is, I can understand going back and making your displeasure known in a polite fashion. Hell, I get pissed at the Tacotards when they screw up my order for the 43,335th time in a row, but I never go back and act like an ass. The first and foremost obvious reason is that you NEVER fuck with the people who see your food before you do, as they have probably have never been laid, and as such can probably jerk off AND ejaculate into your food in under 60 seconds. The other reason is that I think everyone, no matter what position in life they have, deserves respect (at least up until the point in which they are an asshole)

The point was though, this woman was just going ON AND ON. I seriously think some people just like the sound of their voice when it is bitching. So while the manager has already answered her question (Why were there PICKLES when I asked for NO PICKLES) with a fairly straightforward and easy to comprehend answer (It must have been a mistake, like one of those things that can happen occasionally when you are working outside of the field of rocket science) she STILL keeps asking him about it, so finally he turns around to the line cook and asks him for some more specifics on the current pickle related debacle.

Manager- "Dave, why were there pickles on this ladies burger?"

Guy whose life sucks- "It was a mistake. I'm remaking them right now"

Manager- "Yes, but her order was WITHOUT pickles"

Guy whose life sucks- "Yeah, like I said, mistake."

Manager- "Because she really didn't want pickles, there should not have been any"

At this point, Dave, who I am assuming was not getting paid enough to afford the kind of medication required to deal with this kind of bullshit slaps down the spatula, turns slowly and says, in very measured tones...

"You know why there where pickles on that burger? Because I could not give a motherfucking SHIT less about this fucking shithole, it's rancid ass fuck-burgers, or that stupid, senile whores fucking order!" at which point he turns back around and resumes cooking.

The other beauty of the situation is that you have job security at a place like this because NO ONE wants your job and they are just happy you came in wearing pants, so Dave never lost his job and was there for months after this. I always respected him a little more for that.