Shoo.

So I was at Wendy's last night. Headed towards home to clean and prep the basement for the arrival of Awoods.
I'm at the counter waiting with Anne.
This guy in front of us orders gets his food and comes back for more stuff about 3 times before we are able to get our food. At one point, he comes back up because he ordered the wrong sandwich and he wanted them to give him a new one.

Anywho, the cashier lady had a look like she was just not having a good day. So I ask her if she's alright. . .and she says, "Shoo . . . a sista's feet are hurtin'."

Classic.