How are you in your 30s and you can’t understand the concept of percentages or even simple addition!?!? I’m embarrassed FOR you. You need a bumper sticker that says “I’m proud of my 3rd grader! He helps me with math!” Idiot. And of course the dopey ASSistant manager thinks that’s acceptable. Meanwhile I smoke your ass. Get over yourself. Looking at you and listening to you makes me regret eating before work.