Hello Everyone,
Hope this Wednesday night is finding you doing well. I'm spending a rainy night watching reruns of the Real Housewives of New Jersey on Bravo. Why am I watching this hot mess? I don't know I guess I couldn't find a better way to waste a Wednesday night. It follows 5 'housewives' who are working hard and taking care of their families. I guess working hard means gold diggers looking for their next meal ticket or giving bad auditions of a poor man's Carmela Soprano.
As if these New Jersey Nitwits weren't enough to turn my stomach. I spent the better part of the day writing a complaint letter about the local chicken joint. I don't really ask for much when I head off for the local fast food joint. No cartwheels or calling me "Your Majesty".. Put the food in a bag, charge me the right amount and I'll happily leave you be.
I should have known not to return there since last time I went there they were screaming at the customers to "Get out and go to Popeye's, it's right down the road." But stupid me was craving some extra crispy. I'm getting ready to walk in and all hell is ready to break loose because some lady was claiming she was missing a biscuit. After 20 minutes, the woman left angrily because they refused to give her a replacement biscuit. Two people confirmed this "missing biscuit" but the girl behind the counter was claiming it was a scam. I should have just offered to buy the woman a biscuit to move this along, but I kept flashing back to the last time I was there when the supervisors were screaming at the customers and the employees alike and telling people to get out and go to Popeye's.
The guy ahead of me was now claiming his order was wrong. He had 2 biscuits and no mashed potatoes. Hmm...I guess we know where the woman's biscuit went. At this point I'm waiting about 30 minutes, despite only having 2 people in line ahead of me when I came in. The girl behind the counter gives the guy another biscuit and says she's sorry. Umm I wasn't even really paying attention but even I could comprehend the guy didn't need anymore biscuits. The guy walks out in disgust. The counter girl screams, "Scam Artist!!" I place my order and the girl says it'll be a little while. We're waiting on the biscuits because we're out. I wanted to say..."Well you got 3 right there in that bag that's nobody wants.." but I didn't want her to think I was part of the scam. Of course by the time I got my food everything was cold or missing...well except for the biscuits, they were just right :)
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