I am thankful for a leaf.

Dell had been having one weird day. Mere minutes before closing shop and heading home for the night, the delivery line rang, prompting him to take off his coat and get back into Chef mode."Look, I can barely understand you. You have to speak up! Sounds like you're calling from the Under or somthin..."

I CAN'T GET MUCH CLEARER PAL! I WANT A TURKEY DINNER WITH CRANBERRY SAUCE AND A SOME STUFFING... OH! AND THAT FOUR PIE PAN THING, LOOKED REALLY YUMMY... The voice on the other end was choppy  and labored to say the least. Dell could have swore he heard what sounded like fighting in the background... LOTS of fighting.

"And I couldn't be more clear when I say I have NO idea what the hell a Turkey is!" Normally Dell wouldn't dare get this testy with a customer, he liked having business after all... but it was late, he was tired, and this guy just would not get with the program.

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A-DUDE! IT'S A BIG FAT BIRD THAT GOES GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE AND KIDS DRAW THEM BY TRACING THEIR HANDS! Dell eyed the cooking wine wistfully as the irate "Customer" screamed at him from god knows where.

"Look man, he only bird that Gobbles back here is Quortisnappas! Ya want me to cook ya one of them?" Dell's patients began to ware far to thin.

...ACTUALLY THAT WOULD BE QUITE LOVELY, PICK UP IN AN HOUR? Dell felt a vein pop in his forehead as he jotted down the guy's information... Whoever this HABIT guy was, why the hell did he insist on spelling his name in caps, he was gonna get the best damn Quortisnappas of his misserable life!
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