Wasn’t really a White Whine until you revealed that it’s been bugging you for two weeks.
Let me answer that question: Dead animals.
Those motherfuckers owe me an extra inch!
You have to complain to the head chef to get anything done there. You’ve probably been talking to the sous-chef or the saucier.
How dare you put your own problems before my commute!
Move thy child along at once, for the King of Subway requireth a six-inch meaty BMT!