Really? Nothing at all? 
I went to Darrenkamps for lunch today as I occasionally do. I was standing line when I heard the cashier (a cute little old lady) say, “Let me put that in another bag. There’s nothing worse than a crushed pie.”
You don’t really see that level of customer service anymore. However, it got me thinking. Is there really nothing worse than a crushed pie? The following, ladies and gentlemen, is a short list of things that Tom feels are worse than crushed pie.
Notice that there aren’t any really big things on this list. Aids is a no brainer, but that doesn’t comply with the spirit this rant. For this purpose, we’ll stick to the range between “crushed pie” and “incurable jock itch.”
- The sound of my son crying
- Seasonal allergies
- Flat beer
- Getting lost in the ghetto
- Mosquitos
- Swiss cheese
- Farting in the shower
- That Autotune vocal effect
- Sitting on your nuts
- The Ice Capades
I’m sure there are more, but I could spend the next year writing this as I thought of more. We’ll just stick to 10 right now.