I could not have said it better

Sometimes painful, uncomfortable experiences turn out to be freakin’ hilarious.

Like, for example, when Ken and I went to lunch today.

The next time something similar happens to me, I am not going to quietly try to let the manager know. No, I shall not be subtle. What, do I think I’m somehow protecting the image of a fast food restaurant?

No, I’m going to go all Jim Carrey. I’m going to stand up on the counter and shout and wave my arms:

There’s a nugget of poo in the pop machine!