This woman who drives herself around on a motorized scooter cause she has arthritis in her back is pissed because a St. Paul White Castle wouldn't sell her slyders when she took the scooter through their drive-thru in the middle of the night.
Realizing the company might have a PR problem on their hands, the White Castle district manager (there's a soul-crushing job if I ever heard of one) gave the woman free food, but the ticked-off cripple was having none of it. "You can try to butter me up all you want to," the indignant broad said. "Free meals ain't going to work. I want to make sure they don't discriminate against another person."
Yeah, it's all about making sure no one else has to suffer the same fate you did. Wrong. It's all about you and how bitter you are about having to drive yourself around on a electric scooter because you're a crippled bitch. Your general irritation at life for fucking you over finally found something specific to focus on. In fact, you couldn't possibly be happier than you are right now.
Has Nancy Grace, the queen of mock indignation, booked this woman yet?
This woman should be grateful that White Castle refused to sell her any of those grease packets they call hamburgers. Is there anything in the world more vile?
