Thought about putting this in the Morons In Management section, but the person in question isn't my boss. Thus, putting it here.
There's this Italian restaurant on Main Street that I love. I've never had a bad meal from it and, bonus points, I never get sick from the food there (other places are hit-or-miss). Tonight will be my last time actually dining in. From now on, if I want something from there, I'll get it to-go. The reason? One of the owners of the place.
The actual owner I have no problem with because she is also the head chef and, thus, always in the kitchen and I never see her anyway. Her husband, however, is a huge jerk. He's one of those types of people who *thinks* he's being hilarious, but his humor is very rude and very condescending. We went there tonight with some friends and the following happened:
First, as he was showing someone to their table (something he does on occasion), he muttered something along the lines of 'Ever hear of smaller bites?' to my mom and I on the way past our table. Then, not 20 seconds later, I feel a hard thump against my wheel. Didn't think much of it until it happened again. When I turned, there he was, grinning at me. He then proceeded to, while I was nowhere near the end of the table and, in fact, as close as I could get to the table without actually sitting on it, tell me that I was in the way. I don't remember much of what happened after because I was too busy resisting the urge to say to him "Y'know what, dude? Bite me.", but I vaguely recall him going 'Are you stalking me? *sneer*' as I was trying to get past him to leave.
If this was a one-time thing, I could let it go. But, no. He does stuff like this every. single. time. we go there. The only thing he's ever done once, and I think it was because I gave him such a look of 'go f*** yourself' that he's scared to do it again, is take my plate from me before I've had a chance to even touch my food.
My mom and I have decided that, because of his behavior, we're no longer eating in the restaurant. Take-out only. Because never in my life have I actually come *that* close to actually telling someone to go f*** themselves.
There's this Italian restaurant on Main Street that I love. I've never had a bad meal from it and, bonus points, I never get sick from the food there (other places are hit-or-miss). Tonight will be my last time actually dining in. From now on, if I want something from there, I'll get it to-go. The reason? One of the owners of the place.
The actual owner I have no problem with because she is also the head chef and, thus, always in the kitchen and I never see her anyway. Her husband, however, is a huge jerk. He's one of those types of people who *thinks* he's being hilarious, but his humor is very rude and very condescending. We went there tonight with some friends and the following happened:
First, as he was showing someone to their table (something he does on occasion), he muttered something along the lines of 'Ever hear of smaller bites?' to my mom and I on the way past our table. Then, not 20 seconds later, I feel a hard thump against my wheel. Didn't think much of it until it happened again. When I turned, there he was, grinning at me. He then proceeded to, while I was nowhere near the end of the table and, in fact, as close as I could get to the table without actually sitting on it, tell me that I was in the way. I don't remember much of what happened after because I was too busy resisting the urge to say to him "Y'know what, dude? Bite me.", but I vaguely recall him going 'Are you stalking me? *sneer*' as I was trying to get past him to leave.
If this was a one-time thing, I could let it go. But, no. He does stuff like this every. single. time. we go there. The only thing he's ever done once, and I think it was because I gave him such a look of 'go f*** yourself' that he's scared to do it again, is take my plate from me before I've had a chance to even touch my food.
My mom and I have decided that, because of his behavior, we're no longer eating in the restaurant. Take-out only. Because never in my life have I actually come *that* close to actually telling someone to go f*** themselves.


I don't know if it's because we were out with friends and I didn't want to say bad words in front of their son or what.
What an ass . . . I'm glad he had to pay for the walker; I'm sure they're not cheap. I recall paying about 80 bucks for my crutches, I think a basic walker no bells or whistles is at least the same.
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