It was the crowded #7 bus from downtown to Capitol Hill during evening rush hour, and you were the prick wearing the Seahawks cap yapping nonstop into your cell phone. You were rudely engrossed in a conversation with your loser friend from California, and we were forced to hear all about your loser life and your loser job and your "fucking boss." The bus was totally packed, and there was no getting away from your incessant yapping. People tried--some even chose to stand rather than sit next to your rude ass. So you hate your job and your fucking boss who is constantly breathing down your neck because you can't make a fucking Caesar salad or cheese sandwich, and you just want to tell her to fuck off! So you're struck by the irony that, after you left your lousy $7.85/hour job, they immediately started paying new hires $11/hour, while you're stuck in a job making only $8.25/hour! And as we all know, you hate your fucking boss. If by some chance you're able to keep your loser job, don't bet your carryover minutes you'll ever see more than your loser $8.25/hour. P.S. We love your fucking boss.

--Anonymous