Man: Mr. James
   Sup: Kyle R.
   Coor: Charlie and/or Steve

   I worked with Danielle all night in drive-thru.  As perfect and wonderful as I think she is, she sure does take her time closing.

   Tonight, I had a couple great jokes.  I've mastered that subtle art (yes, art!) of joke-telling that involves something funny (usually sarcastic) that everyone but the target of said sarcasm attack laughs at, leaving our poor target wondering why everyone is huffawing while (s)he (mostly Kyle and a little bit of Danielle) has absolutely no clue what the joke is.  But don't be too mad.  I tease because I love!

   Someone is really into the Christmas spirit.  A customer gave Marie a little bear paper weight sculpture thing.  It's the thought that counts... Kyle R. wanted me to escort her to her car.  We're afraid of weirdos and stalkers at the DQ.  And with good reason.

   How about that rule concerning no blizzard candy flavors in shakes?  While I don't see any problem with giving out an oreo shake, I know we shouldn't do it.  So when I say we shouldn't do it, if the customer says "But I always get that here," I'm filled with inexplicable rage.  If we're not supposed to be handing out shakes made with oreo, then why are we handing out shakes made with oreo.  More importantly, what's the logic behind this rule?  This sort of stuff annoys me.  Luckily, we straightened that one out and no one was waiting too long behind her.

   And I saw Kris tonight.  Everything is perfect again.