on the shoulders of giants

There are no original ideas. CopyandCigarettes (http://copyandcigarettes.com/?p=448) attempts to classify the idiots at Chipotle (note how the anger ramps up in this brilliant post, edited to death here by me - read the whole thing):

Experts: This is me and actually a lot of other people. ...

The Pointers: These are the people that feel it utterly necessary to point over the glass at every item they want. ....I want to chop their fingers off with a cigar cutter. ...Stay on one side of the glass.

The Question Askers: “What’s that? What’s this? Where am I?” “Can I have rice without cilantro?” ...Listen up question askers, it’s fucking Chipotle. It’s not some five star fancy restaurant.

The Line Confusers: I HATE these people ... After going from one part of the line to the next, they’ll all of a sudden realize they wanted something from the previous worker before them. ... This nearly ALWAYS causes a huge problem and oftentimes burritos get out of order and people end up paying for and leaving with the wrong food. This has happened to me only once, many years ago, as I now train my eye on my burrito like a pedophile watches a school bus. Fucking line confusers. I hate these people.

The People With Kids: ...People with kids are constantly having to yell at little Suzie to stay in one place, meanwhile completely ignoring the poor lady behind the counter who just wants to know if Mommy wants black or pinto beans. ...

Cell Phone Talkers: Just completely rude assholes. ...

The Order Takers: Oh God do I hate the Order Takers. ... people who roll in with a list from their family/co-workers of the twelve burritos they’re supposed to buy.

When my blood pressure has returned to normal, I will describe the inspiration for this blog, who deftly combined the latter 5 phenotypes.