Now, let me start by saying I doubt this is real. Not because it doesn't look real, but because this school would have to have the most clueless yearbook staff in history to actually publish this. However, for the sake of humor, we are just going to assume that this kid loves himself a tossed salad. And you know what, you can't hate him for that. Everyone has goals in life. Some may be more respectable than others. Some may be more attainable than others. However, all things considered, this kid knowing what he wants out of life before he even walks out of high school for the final time is eons ahead of the curve.
What's the hardest part of narrowing down your job prospects? That's right, figuring out exactly what you want to do and making sure you have multiple options available to you. Well, done and done. Doesn't matter if it's an endless, mediocre caesar salad, or a grown man's asshole, this kid is going to toss salads until his hands fall off or his tongue falls out. Get this kid some tongs and a lifetime supply of jelly and he's already spent all the funds necessary to a successful career in his occupation. I wonder if this kid even has a preference. I would imagine working conditions at both are pretty hazardous. The perks of either job are only going to get you a discount on prison food anyway. Though if you work at Olive Garden at least you get to eat it without a fear of being penetrated. On the other hand at least in jail someone is getting pleasure from your hard work. Can't say that about the slop served at a glorified 2.5 star Italian restaurant.
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