[ WP ] In an alternate reality , all decisions made are based of the results of a Buzzfeed quiz .

Another customer comes in, another burger goes out. My shift passes by in a monotonous blur as endless carbs and grease filled meat go from the back of the kitchen to the front, to be served onto a demanding and obnoxious population. 
 
 I go home to my partner after work and try my best to ignore him. I do n't even like the dude, but buzz says he's my type so I must be wrong deep, deep down. That's what I keep telling myself as he downs bottle after bottle of bud light, slowly getting drunk off of what just tasted like bitter pisswater to me. Maybe if his favorite animal was a cat he'd prefer something else, but he insists koalas are underappreciated. 
 
 Maybe my life would n't be so shitty if my favorite color were green.
