poor customer service

I was a pretty average student in school. Even in university I was rubbish. I would study around 30 hours a week and still wouldn’t remember what room I was in let alone what subject I was studying. Sometimes I’m reminded of how dumb I am, and in those moments I try to prove I’m not dumb by surrounding myself with smart stuff. Like books. I figure if I’m seen around books then people will automatically think I’m clever, which is why I popped into Mr Tulk recently.

In a rare turn of events, the sun was out in Melbourne so I decided to head to Williamstown for my bacon and scramble. I’m a massive fan of Big Bang Theory, so in an attempt to look clever I chose Atomic. Geddit? Atomic. Science. Smart. Ha! Clever.

The best part about breakfast this morning was when Gaz picked a fight with me in front of the waitress. I'm not even joking, that was genuinely the best part. The worst part was when I had to eat the steaming pile of crap they put in front of me, followed closely by the time they then expected me to pay for it.