Unfortunately (is it indeed unfortunate? Hmm), I am no longer a fry cook. However, once you are a fry cook, you will always be a fry cook at heart. You will never look at minimum-wage workers at a gas station in a town to the southeast of Hell (or anywhere for that matter) again. You never look at life the same. I have a very different (yes, that is the best way to phrase it) way of looking at life.
These are my adventures.