Friday Night at Panera

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Middle-aged man, khaki pants, khaki jacket, khaki socks, navy Crocs. He pulled a tissue from his pocket, causing a used one to fall to the ground. He kicked this toward the counter. The pretty cashier took the man's order and accepted the money from one grubby paw. Meanwhile, his other snotty hand stashed a second dirty tissue behind the "Donate to a Really Good Cause!" jar. Two fresh-faced women — a mother and daughter — stood behind him in silence. Mouths open, sentences unfinished, lives forever altered.

Mark my words, Monsieur Khakipants. When I am queen, that kind of behavior will not be tolerated.

Tez

Tez

Oh man, that is so nasty. I mean, CROCS?

Also, hi!

bsg/raeleighjo

bsg/raeleighjo

that's just effin sick, yo. and at panera? the holy grail of bread? heresy, sacrilege and all that! not to mention GROSS.

Not creative enough to call myself my nickname

Not creative enough to call myself my nickname

I miss you... come to Virginia and we can go to Panera where grubby old men hit on the girls creepily vs leaving snotty paper everywhere...

blaez

blaez

that's really sick.

i love panera's bagels :)

Thursday's Child

Thursday's Child

I'm with Tez on this one. CROCS??