I Scream, You Scream, We all Scream OUTRAGE
It's only Monday, but I think I might have the Outrage of the Week. J-Mo and I are at Jason's Deli today. We are in a hurry to leave, but we MUST make the obligatory stop by the free soft serve station.

That's where we find a woman standing in front of the ice cream dispenser, with a giant to-go vat. She's filling it with chocolate ice cream, then proceeding to stand there with a spoon, flattening out any "air gaps" in the soft serve so that it fills the jumbo cup to maximum density.

Meanwhile Mo and I are alternating between standing there and trying creative ways to move around her. But homegirl, oblivious to other people's ice cream needs, is still standing there working on her "squirt-out-then-flatten-into-cup" routine. OUTRAGE!

"That woman didn't need any more ice cream, either," Moritz said later.

This reminds me of other loiterers I can't stand. That would be "loiter at the beverage bar guy". You know, the people who stand there at the beverage bar, serving themselves their drinks in small squirts to reduce fizz. Or the guy who squirts some out, then takes a sip, then squirts some out, then takes a sip. Or the guy who can't get his ice-to-drink ratio right so he keeps pouring out his ice or adding new ice... Meanwhile you are just STANDING there, wanting desperately to get your damn iced tea... OUTRAGE. Seriously. I hate you, beverage bar guy.