Congratulations on Making Everyone in Arby's Uncomfortable!

“IT’S A FUCKING BROKEN SYSTEM!” you’ll shout at your brother in law, slamming your fist on the table with such force that the curly fries will jump from their container and tumble all over the tray.

“Alright, I just –“ he’ll begin, but you won’t be having any of it.

“Fucking it’s like you’re voting to fucking murder people.  Do you get that?  Every time you vote the way you do you’re voting to make sure that people don’t get medicine.”  You’ll be spitting cheese and roast beef at him.  Chunks of it will splatter on his shirt, but he won’t even notice your intensity will be so overwhelming.

“Please…”  He’ll gesture to everyone sitting around you.  They’ll all be focused intently on their meals.  The employees will be talking amongst themselves, chattering about you underneath their breath while they try to figure out whether or not they should get a hold of the manager, who will be smirking and staring at you and nodding.

“FUCK THEM AND FUCK YOU!” you’ll shout, stuffing your mozzarella sticks and what’s left of your two roast beef sandwiches into a paper bag and stomping off as the silence settles behind you.  You’ll literally be steaming in the desert rain as you walk across the parking lot to the car, and when you get in you’ll settle behind the driver’s seat and suddenly realize that you’re his ride.  You’ll stare at your food for a moment and wonder about whether or not you should stay or go, whether you should just leave him for your sister to pick up.  He’s her fucking husband.

You’ll sit there and try to let the taste of mozzarella sticks calm you down, but it won’t work.  All you’ll be able to think about is the day your sister married that prick and the physical strain you felt with not standing up and speaking when the priest asked if anyone in the crowd objected.

Congratulations on Making Everyone in Arby’s Uncomfortable!