This afternoon I'm trying to get lunch at the local Burger King (a challenge itself since nothing there is edible) when I go to the fountain machine to find a family of twits is camped around the fountain machine staring into space.

Now often those new combo machines baffle the lower end of the IQ bell curve, but no, these twits just think its peachy to gaggle up and block the aisle and access to the machine at the same. Oblivious to the fact that the rest of the customers might want to use it.

I need a goddamn flamethrower.