by Steve Haruch
I love this Sacramento NBC affiliate report. Basically, a guy orders a Double Whopper for breakfast (!) and gets a receipt that says "Fuck you" on it instead of his order number. The poor guy's humiliated by this horrifying experience, so our intrepid journalists interrogate the store manager. "What are you gonna do about it?" the serious investigative reporter intones. Maybe the employees were playing Cee Lo in the kitchen, or maybe the receipt-printing machine was just being honest about what Burger King's food is doing to your body.
This same thing happened to me once at a Nashville area BK, but the receipt said, "Bless your heart."
(Via The Awl.)