Make me some money for once, Tim Hortons. I eat at your restaurant andsupport you all the time, and you never do anything for me. You make mehalf cooked bagels that I eat anyway because I don’t want to go throughthe drive-thru again. So let me use your name without you getting madover it. Let me mention your company in my blog. I’m not even makingany money off this. In fact, I’m losing money because I’m sitting herethinking about this stuff when I could be working. Anyways, I supportyou. And I even still consider you a friend even though I get pissedabout the bagels. We’ve known each other for a long time and have lotsof good memories. And the good ones far outweigh the bad ones. Would ithelp if I baked you something? Would you take a box of donuts if Ifried them for you? Oh what, you’d be insulted by that? Why, causeyou’re the only one who can make donuts? Grow up, Tim Hortons. BecauseI’d like to do that. Let’s call a truce, and let’s just help each otherout and not worry about our futures and insecurities.
UPDATE: Ha ha I just went vegan Tim Hortons. So you and your buttered bageled egg salad sandwich can go fuck yourself.