Anyway, I walked into the McDonald's and the first person I encountered was an out-of-control hyper kid.  "Great," I thought, "Just what I need.  Another whining brat whose parents don't have the sense to keep their little psychotic wonder on a leash."  Needless to say, I wasn't in the mood to be dealing with this sort of thing.  I was just about to turn around and go find someplace else to eat when I caught site of the woman behind the counter.  Or, more precisely, her middle finger, which was wrapped up in a bandage so huge that it forced her to keep the neigboring fingers curled up.

In other words, because of the huge bandage, she was forced to give us all the bird.

She looked like she was way beyond the point of caring whether anyone might be offended by her unfortunate forced gesture; she sure didn't make any effort to conceal it.  I gathered from her conversation with the customer in front of me that she had gotten the finger caught in a safe, which explained the bandage.  She went about her job, putting together orders and ringing them up, all the time waving that bird around like Brad Pitt in Twelve Monkeys (F--- the bozos!).  The whole situation was so absurd I forgot I was ticked off, and by the time I got back to the lab I was actually laughing about it.

I gotta get me a bandage like that.