The Construction Crew Orderer

Nothing is more annoying than when you go to your local deli on your way to work to get your eggs, and you walk in right after the Construction Crew Orderer.

You know what you're in for before you get to the counter. The guy's got light colored jeans, wheat Timberlands or the like, and a flannel shirt. Maybe even a helmet.

And he's got The List.

Now I got nothing against this guy. I respect the working man.

But he's got The List. The Fucking List!

An individualized order for 32 fucking assholes. 3 Bacon, Egg, and Cheese on a rolls (or bacon, eggs, and cheeses on a roll??). A couple buttered bagels. A western omelette. The one jackass who gets mayonnaise - fucking MAYONNAISE - on his eggs. 32 individual orders, that come with 32 different cups of coffee. Light and sweet. Regular. Dark. Large. Small. Fucking jumbo. 32 assholes worth of food, and 32 minutes of me waiting to get my goddamn bagel and coffee.

And to make matters worse, due to this assholes mere existence ... his fucking testosterone fueled, calloused hands, can work 12 hours in the cold with only a half dozen beers at lunch to keep him warm, manly ass existence .... due solely to his existence, when I finally do get to order my skim latte and egg white omelette with low fat feta, I feel like a total pussy for ordering it.

Thanks Construction Crew Orderer. Great way to start my day. You're annoying.