What a bunch of fucking weirdos. This has turned from a buffet breakfast to now they want you to perform magic. I don't want anything except for you to have a great day bacon.
Tuesday's just hit like that sometimes. The happy glow of the weekend has worn off and you are staring down the long dark tunnel of the rest of the week without being able to see any light at the end. Once we hit hump day and we can start to see a glimmer of aproaching light people's mental health will start to improve and we should start to see some more normal breakfast orders again.
The thing is people think they are special. There's a perfectly good buffet on offer. Stop holding up the line with your "I'll have one of everything, flame grilled over an Olympic torch bullshit". Choose something then piss off.
Flour of England, fruit of Spain
Met together in a shower of rain,
Put in a bag, tied round with string.
If you tell me this riddle Iโll give you a ring.
And some coffee please to wash it down.