To kick the ball off - a while back I walked into my local KFC one Sunday afternoon. There was one girl working behind the counter and two people, a couple, in front of me being served. There was no-one else in the whole fecking building. A couple of minutes later the couple walked away duly satisfied with their fayre and the spotty faced teenage trailer park reject stood in front of me at the counter, stared vacantly ahead with a gaze that would make the dimmest mlarr look bright and, in the slaggiest, brain dead voice I have had the misfortune to hear uttered the immortal words, "Who's next?". I stopped dead in my tracks, looked at her blankly for a second, sarcastically looked around and said, "Would that be me then?", expecting some sort of response but....nooooo....her bottom jaw just hung there swinging in the thermals of the chip fat fryer, her gaze staring emptily over the top of my head. I have never been back to a KFC since. I'm all for equality but employing these 'tards when a decent hard working Joe could do with the cash is a crime. She's probably 17 by now, with 3 kids, a council house all of her own and a drugged up boyfriend in a Kappa shell-suit who batters the shite out of her every night...result! There have got to be some classics out there about dopes being let loose to serve the public.