You stupid wannabe witch. You didn't think I saw you trying to put a curse on me at McDonald's, did you? Listen, I don't have the time to wait ten minutes while you deal with the cars at the drive-through. I have a REAL job to get to, Endora. When I complained, you didn't apologize, but instead chastised me for being impatient. When I walked out, you wiggled your fat, nubby fingers at me and mumbled some sort of made-up hex under your breath. I think it's funny when stupid dykes like you think you can use witchcraft. Here's some advice: Lay off the quarter-pounders with cheese and wash your hair once in a while, you dirty skank! HA HA!