We do this each and every Thursday at this very time, and you're more than welcome to join in. If you've encountered something and you're not quite sure if you did something wrong or someone else, maybe you're the jerk. You can send it to us, Am I the Jerk 1310 at gmail.com? But right now, Donnie, let's find out, am I the jerk? Let's do it. All right, here we go. Hey, invasion. Last week, I was tasked

with getting some crawfish for a birthday party. I'm not a fan of them, by the way. I'm not a fan

of the way they're cooked around here, plus the prices are sky high, so I decided to make the drive

the Shreveport. I arrived at the Crawfish place around 8 a.m.

The guy working the counter says they won't have them until 10 a.m.

So I'll go back to the car and wait.

By the time 10 a.m. rolls around, a line is formed and I find myself at the back of it.

The guy working the counter then calls me to the front and asked for my order.

I hear some rumblings from the other customers as I walked to the front as they clearly

didn't realize I was there. I was here two hours ago. I asked for 50 pounds and the moans and

groans behind me grow louder. You got to buy them all?

One man yelled, I tried to explain to the line the pricing situation back in Dallas, but

they weren't having it.

After I get my order and start walking out, the counter guy tells me the line, come

my good Lord, hang on a second.

After I get my order and start walking out,

the counter guy tells the line

that they're pretty much out of crawfish for the morning.

No way.

And more will be available this evening.

Needless to say, I ha-tailed it out of there.

Am I the jerk?

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