The Finite

I just realized I’m a horrible person.

I eat the smallest and most raisiny grapes first then eat the most aesthetically pleasing, largest ones last. I’m a dirty, discriminatory grapist. I’m a produce Eugenicist. I do the same thing with chips and raisins.

Wait, well, I’m eat all of them eventually. Maybe that just makes me a fruit genocidist.

My signs at work tend to be peppered with pop culture references and inside jokes. Hopefully, they’re communicative as well.

Now this next one was a stretch. Only two people working the shift understood the reference and none of the customers. I ended going out in the the customer area and rapping it to them that day.