OK, I got the shit beat out of me at physical therapy today and felt that I owed myself some fast food. I wanted some Wendy's chili. I drove to my local Wendy's and got in line. The people in front of me were both well dressed ladies. One of them looked to be in her 30s was a Down's Syndrome girl. They placed their order, then the mom gave the DSG her credit card to pay with. The DSG handed the card to the girl at the counter and said, "I don't need a receipt." Only, it sounded more like "I derp derp derp derp." The girl at the could barely speak English so I'm sure she didn't understand. I only understood because I have my mind finely tuned to understand all types of broken English. So the girl hands back the credit card along with the receipt to the Down's Syndrome Girl. The DSG took the receipt, wadded it up and angrily said, "I told you I didn't want a receipt!" Only it sounded like "Derp etc...". She then tossed the wadded receipt up at the girl.