what part of “hi, how are you?” and “may i please have a sandwich? here, i have some money” warrants a fucking attitude from every fucking employee at every fucking cosi i’ve ever been to?
i’ve taken the liberty of editing their hourly employee application — let me know if i missed anything:
sweet baby jesus, it burns! i’m looking at you, orbit and altoids.
interesting explanation here, though it’s on yahoo answers, so take that for what it’s worth.
this is magic. welcome back, salad days. and drinks-the-size-of-my-face days. (i’m only being slightly hyperbolic.)
p.s. — nothing says “original” like putting quotation marks around “original” in your neon sign.
you know why they invented the long island iced tea? so that people could stand to be here.
the price of soup, delicious soup.
who doesn’t love a little eau du panfried fish?
“you can’t milk a bean. it has no nipples.” -my friend mike
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