"The lady Angela at the chicken counter acts like she wants to spit in my chicken every time she sees me, no matter how nice i am she frowns and gets smart, she wanted to argue with me when i asked her for drums, she got mad when I asked for drums and didn't want to give me chicken unless u called then legs, I didn't argue I asked what the difference was and she said they're the same… So I said ill take the legs. I’m coming in just for to take a little meal and she asked me. Another time she asked can I help you like 4-5 times I think trying to get me to leave her alone so I just walked away, each time she got lowder and I can tell she had a lot going on I mean her hands were full, I told her to take her time and she kept repeating how can I help you when I was just looking while she dropped fries, so I walked away. When I see her it makes me sad to see her hating her job, it makes me feel like the chickens made with resentment"