I knew someone who had a brother who worked at McD's.

This brother, who is now deceased, God rest his soul, scrubbed floors at McD's. He used to complain about the teenagers who would come in late on Friday and Saturday nights. For fun, they would throw open packets of catsup up to the ceiling and see how long the catsup packets would stay tomato-glued up there. Keep in mind: These are the creative efforts of the youth of America, whom I am proud to teach.