"Why don't you just shove it up your ass" and other things I should have said to my co-worker overly sensative about my exsessive use of toothpicks

I work at "The New Grille." I spend my four hour shifts making grilled sandwiches and wiping sweat from my brow with gloved hands.

Shawnece uses a sandwich skewer as a toothpick at the service counter while Zyme (pronounced 'Z-I'm') restocks Naked. Juices. [Not pictured: Ruth, our merry supervisor. Tuesdays she picks up her grandson from school at 3.]

The hat is by far the most degrading piece of the ensamble. I typically sweat alot when I'm wearing it.

This is the face I made when one girl from the shift before reminded me that "we don't use toothpicks in the penini sandwiches" and the other girl told me that "we try to wear gloves when we handle the customer's food. Just so you know." Bitch, please.

Lamest Question from a customer to date:

Lame Girl: "Could you tell me the difference between your Nicaraguan and your Mexican coffee. I noticed you switched over to the Mexican today."

Me: "No."