Everyone Gets a Customer Like This Eventually

"Welcome to Hardees." says Sara. "Just ignore the zombies, we're going to spray for them tomorrow. May I take your order today?"

"Yeah," says the guy in the aging Chevy Cavalier. "let me think for a second. K...I'd like to order a Venison Tikki Marsala in a paper hat...better make that two, my wife is pretty hungry...a Waldorf Salad, with extra walnuts and pistachio brittle..."

"Uhh...sir, we don't..."

"Hold on...yeah, two orders of beer-braised lamb fries, in unnatural gravy...three sides of Belgian rice pilaf with yogurt-sesame dressing...one pound of barbecued pork squeezings...oh, and two--no, better make that four--durian-sasafrass milkshakes. Oh, and throw in a few packages of extra sheep's butter, please And I'd like it all wrapped in a sheet of samite, please."

Sara leans out of the checkout window and stare at the car. The driver stares right back at her. A zombie staggers by, and Jasper shoots it.

1. "Uh...we don't have any of those things," says Sara, slowly. "No Hardees does. In fact, no restaurant does. Anywhere. Ever."
2. ...the driver sighs and repeats his order. LOUDER...and SLOOOOOWER.
3. The guy signs and tries again. What insanity does he order this time?
4. The guy gets upset and demands to see the president of Hardees.
5. A car filled with enraged hobos drives up.

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