and, d'ya know, i really don't like reggae.
at work, somebody giving me their order decided to bless me with that knowledge. "you know, i hate reggae" he said to his friend, and then looked at me. i smiled and told them their total (2 double-doubles, one with onions, one without, 2 fries, and 2 medium drinks comes to $9.91. will you be eating that here?) and realized, wow, i hate my job.
i think, in some bizarro universe, that makes some sort of sense. of course, i could just be stoned.