How to illiterately express your displeasure with Daylight Savings at your local Taco Bell drive-thru.
Here's a little snapshot of the Daylight Savings Time victims no one knows about. They are the hungry, the hateful, the hooked on phonics, and they're roaming the streets at 2 a.m. unaware that time has already left them behind. Based on this note, we wish the clock sprung ahead an hour every week. If that's how he spells "burrito," we really want to see the note he leaves when he's prevented from buying a chimichanga.