192 of 210 : Doris

For a few horrible years I managed fast food restaurants. My trainer at one point was Doris, a ball-breaker whose unpleasant demeanor was matched only by her over-the-top lust for some of her female workers. She said she wanted a t-shirt from Wendy’s, whose motto at the time was “Hot-n-Juicy!”

(Not Doris, but a reasonable facsimile of her.)