This..week. . was HELL!!!
One of my cw went AWOL at the start of the week. With good reason mind you, oh, like say his father suffering from a heart attack, but his absence screwed us. Now on with the show . . . heh heh, if only it was that amusing.
NYE Morons
Apparently, there are a lot of people and families that don't eat dinner before 9pm. If you haven't fed yourself/whomever on NYE before 9pm, what the hell are you doing with your life?!
Food Sabotage
This happened a few hours after a certain individual sullied my psyche. The idiot-bastard ate half his burger and placed a staple on his plate, claiming it was in his food. So I refunded the man and even went so far as to make a whole new one, only to find out later that he was complaining about cold food or something like that.
Now on to the shitbag that's now perma-banned from my grill. I'll try to put this down word-for-word, but he verbally assaulted me such that my fight or flight kicked in, so my adrenaline was pumping(yet somehow I didn't lose it). Bear in mind, I'm 6'2 and wiry, but I have a voice that makes me seem at least a foot taller and hundred pounds heavier.
SB- Shit bag
Me-
After helping a well-mannered teenager, I turned to him.
Me: Hey there, how's it going?
SB: Can I order now? Are you ready to take my order?
Me: Go ahead, I'm listening.
SB: I think your hair is pulled back a little too tight, your eyeballs are bulging.
I know guys like you.
Me: NO you don't, I'm a complete stranger. You don't know me at all.
SB: So can I order? Are you paying attention?
This is where it became fuzzy because my adrenaline kicked in full. He essentially mocked my voice even after I explained twice, that I wasn't faking it. Pretending to not understand my clear and well-pronounced english, by asking me to repeat his order because he wanted to make sure I "got it right." And giving a name for his order that I can only guess was his poor attempt at insulting me. He went over and complained to the bartender that I was rude, something-something I have an attitude and that he wasn't ever coming back. Perhaps he realized I was possibly going to kick his ass if he came back to the counter, because his wife picked up his food.
Later that night, I had a melt-down at home and was for all intents and purposes, emotionally fried today. Either way, that mother-f is perma-banned from my grill. If he ever shows his face again, I'll tell him to leave and threaten to call the cops if he doesn't.
One of my cw went AWOL at the start of the week. With good reason mind you, oh, like say his father suffering from a heart attack, but his absence screwed us. Now on with the show . . . heh heh, if only it was that amusing.
NYE Morons
Apparently, there are a lot of people and families that don't eat dinner before 9pm. If you haven't fed yourself/whomever on NYE before 9pm, what the hell are you doing with your life?!
Food Sabotage
This happened a few hours after a certain individual sullied my psyche. The idiot-bastard ate half his burger and placed a staple on his plate, claiming it was in his food. So I refunded the man and even went so far as to make a whole new one, only to find out later that he was complaining about cold food or something like that.
Now on to the shitbag that's now perma-banned from my grill. I'll try to put this down word-for-word, but he verbally assaulted me such that my fight or flight kicked in, so my adrenaline was pumping(yet somehow I didn't lose it). Bear in mind, I'm 6'2 and wiry, but I have a voice that makes me seem at least a foot taller and hundred pounds heavier.
SB- Shit bag
Me-
After helping a well-mannered teenager, I turned to him.
Me: Hey there, how's it going?
SB: Can I order now? Are you ready to take my order?
Me: Go ahead, I'm listening.
SB: I think your hair is pulled back a little too tight, your eyeballs are bulging.
I know guys like you.
Me: NO you don't, I'm a complete stranger. You don't know me at all.
SB: So can I order? Are you paying attention?
This is where it became fuzzy because my adrenaline kicked in full. He essentially mocked my voice even after I explained twice, that I wasn't faking it. Pretending to not understand my clear and well-pronounced english, by asking me to repeat his order because he wanted to make sure I "got it right." And giving a name for his order that I can only guess was his poor attempt at insulting me. He went over and complained to the bartender that I was rude, something-something I have an attitude and that he wasn't ever coming back. Perhaps he realized I was possibly going to kick his ass if he came back to the counter, because his wife picked up his food.
Later that night, I had a melt-down at home and was for all intents and purposes, emotionally fried today. Either way, that mother-f is perma-banned from my grill. If he ever shows his face again, I'll tell him to leave and threaten to call the cops if he doesn't.
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