Yeah, so I haven't been online much for a while. Mom's been in and out of the hospital. Recalled that I never posted this one and wanted to share.
There's a Chinese takeout place near me that's of only okay quality, but is really cheap to make up for it. So I go there for lunch sometimes. I was sitting inside waiting for them to make my food. The place is tiny, just three or four chairs at a bar, but it's right across the street from a highschool so it's always really crowded with people in line.
This... lady walks in carrying a plastic bag with their takeout and stomps up to the counter in a huff. She actually slammed her bag down on top of someone else's food that they'd just put out (while the box was open for them to make sure it was the right order... yes, she totally wrecked another customer's food.) She starts yelling at the owner about how she received delivery the other day and it was so vile that they've made her sick, and "what are YOU going to do about it?! You better refund my goddamn money!"
Strike one: Do you really expect anyone to be nice to you with that cheery disposition there?
Strike two: Dude, seriously? They only deliver to about a 5 block radius, and despite it supposedly being so disgusting, you couldn't be assed to either (a) call them or (b) actually walk a block or two to ask them to replace it yesterday?
Strike three: ...wait why the fuck are you on your cell phone with someone else? You clearly planned to stop by, since you brought the bag with you, and yet your unholy wrath is not even deserving of your full attention?
Now, after a tirade like that, the owner keeps his cool and politely asks her what was wrong with the food and offers to replace it.
Do you:
(A) - Tell him, like a sane, reasonable human being?
(B) - Ask for a refund instead, if it was really so gross?
(C) - Scream at him for interrupting you while you're on the phone and being a "rude asshole" because apparently your cell phone buddy got back on the line during your tirade and he was supposed to telepathically know that?
Yeah, seriously.
This might have fallen under a normal EW if not for what came next, because she promptly proceeded to go batshit crazy. EW starts running in and out of the store, standing on the street corner and running back and forth across the street dodging cars as she screams about how "they be tryin to poison me!" and "I'mma call the Better Business Bureau and REPORT your asses! Whatcha gonna do NOW, little man?!?!" She then grabbed one of the high school students sitting there by the shoulders and yelled in his face about how "everything here is poison and disease!" (Uh, then why did you order food in the first place?!)
EW finally stomps up to the counter again, rips open the bag and the top of the food container, and points at it. "SEE?! You people be trying to kill me with this shit! Those white things, they be poison!"
The owner looks at her like she's about three inches tall and says........
(wait for it)
"...ma'am, those are onions."
I left as a policeman walked in. One of the workers called them.
There's a Chinese takeout place near me that's of only okay quality, but is really cheap to make up for it. So I go there for lunch sometimes. I was sitting inside waiting for them to make my food. The place is tiny, just three or four chairs at a bar, but it's right across the street from a highschool so it's always really crowded with people in line.
This... lady walks in carrying a plastic bag with their takeout and stomps up to the counter in a huff. She actually slammed her bag down on top of someone else's food that they'd just put out (while the box was open for them to make sure it was the right order... yes, she totally wrecked another customer's food.) She starts yelling at the owner about how she received delivery the other day and it was so vile that they've made her sick, and "what are YOU going to do about it?! You better refund my goddamn money!"
Strike one: Do you really expect anyone to be nice to you with that cheery disposition there?
Strike two: Dude, seriously? They only deliver to about a 5 block radius, and despite it supposedly being so disgusting, you couldn't be assed to either (a) call them or (b) actually walk a block or two to ask them to replace it yesterday?
Strike three: ...wait why the fuck are you on your cell phone with someone else? You clearly planned to stop by, since you brought the bag with you, and yet your unholy wrath is not even deserving of your full attention?
Now, after a tirade like that, the owner keeps his cool and politely asks her what was wrong with the food and offers to replace it.
Do you:
(A) - Tell him, like a sane, reasonable human being?
(B) - Ask for a refund instead, if it was really so gross?
(C) - Scream at him for interrupting you while you're on the phone and being a "rude asshole" because apparently your cell phone buddy got back on the line during your tirade and he was supposed to telepathically know that?
Yeah, seriously.
This might have fallen under a normal EW if not for what came next, because she promptly proceeded to go batshit crazy. EW starts running in and out of the store, standing on the street corner and running back and forth across the street dodging cars as she screams about how "they be tryin to poison me!" and "I'mma call the Better Business Bureau and REPORT your asses! Whatcha gonna do NOW, little man?!?!" She then grabbed one of the high school students sitting there by the shoulders and yelled in his face about how "everything here is poison and disease!" (Uh, then why did you order food in the first place?!)
EW finally stomps up to the counter again, rips open the bag and the top of the food container, and points at it. "SEE?! You people be trying to kill me with this shit! Those white things, they be poison!"
The owner looks at her like she's about three inches tall and says........
(wait for it)
"...ma'am, those are onions."
I left as a policeman walked in. One of the workers called them.
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