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Randy Johnson

I worked at a fast food joint in a small town in high school and we used to get some weird folks there as well. They're everywhere. Nothing as outrageous as yours, but I met some lulus.

Everyone's tastes are different. I like onions, but don't go whacko if my food isn't like I ordered. I simply ask for it right.

I liked this post. Reminded me of some of those "good ole" days of my long ago youth. I'll tell you how far back that goes. hamburgers were a nickel, cheeseburgers a dime, and the chain's big sandwich was a quarter.

Jeff Mariotte

Hamburgers for a nickel--that's the good old days!

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