Dear Big Black Guy at Carls Jr.

Thank you for being there. You make Carls Jr. accessible to many people.
Sincerely,

The Ferf

PS > If you are reading my letter above and you are not the B.B.G. mentioned in the title (and there is a pretty good chance that you aren’t) then let me explain. Carls Jr (Hardees to all you punks back in the midwest, or with really awful cities) next to the Powell Street cable car turn around here in San Francisco has a security guard. For one reason or another a bunch of transients, drug dealers and other crippled and or thug looking folks hang out near the entrance. I now feel comfortable entering, exiting and eating inside the restaurant. Prior to my last visit, the food was sloppy, gross and I think it made us all sick (chris rockwell and cc chapman… would you agree?). But this new location has kicked up to a whole new level providing hot, fresh and personally prepared sandwiches with the added protection of a man wearing a SECURITY tshirt with crossed arms who isnt afraid to stare a $2 hooker in her crazy eye (anyone can look in the regular eye).

Anyway, I just wanted to publically (all 4 of you loyal readers) thank the B.B.G from the Carls Jr and let him know that he is making a difference.

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