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About two weeks ago I decided to treat myself to lunch from the local gyros restaurant. It's hard to get lunch for cheap where I work; it's a very expensive area and there's no fast food nearby.
Just as I get in line to order, two men in front of me, an older man (SC) suddenly gets up from the table behind us and starts doing the rabblefoammutter in a heavy accent, then slams his receipt down on the counter (really slammed it), and demands his money back. A woman was with him, I believe his wife. They had ordered the adana kebab platter (yummy stuff). I was worried that there was something wrong with the food, so I try to hear what's happening without getting in the line of fire.
The SC goes back to the table to get his metal cane and comes back up on my other side. The owner/manager (I'm not sure) said something to him (in another slightly less heavy accent) that he would refund his money as soon as he had finished waiting on the guests in line. SC starts stamping his feet rabblefoammuttering. He would have embarrassed a screaming toddler. The O/M asked him what was wrong. The SC rabblefoammutters, then yells that there was no drink with the meal. The O/M pointed at the menu above out heads and pointed out that there was nothing on the menu to indicate that a drink came with meals; that drinks were sold separately. The SC then screams, "Moron!" The O/M apologizes to those of us waiting, takes the SC's receipt and does the return.
The SC then starts yelling about wanting his money back. The O/M gives him the receipt and tells him that it's done. Of course, the SC won't leave. Thankfully, a cashier literally walked through the front door in the middle of this and went to work helping those of us waiting. She didn't even take a minute to change to her uniform shirt.
The O/M finally walks out the front door (which was propped open; it was a gorgeous day) with the receipt, so the SC and the SCW, who has not said a single word during the whole tantrum/tirade, follow him out. The O/M walks them a few feet from the door, so I couldn't hear what was being said (darn it), but I can still hear the rabblefoammutter, and occasional screams of "Moron!"
Suddenly I hear the SC yell, "Get the hell away from here," and I turn toward the front to see some poor older man, his eyes huge, coming through the doorway very quickly, staring back at the SC, with a "What the hell is that all about," look.
Just as I finish my order, the O/M comes back in and lets the cashier go in back to change her shirt. He then gives me my receipt and apologizes for the floor show. I told him, "I'm sorry you had to go through that. Don't worry, with that behavior his heart won't last."
The O/M actually smiled and said, "Thank you." What was funny was I'm sure he was referring to the thought that the SC could drop dead soon.
Just as I get in line to order, two men in front of me, an older man (SC) suddenly gets up from the table behind us and starts doing the rabblefoammutter in a heavy accent, then slams his receipt down on the counter (really slammed it), and demands his money back. A woman was with him, I believe his wife. They had ordered the adana kebab platter (yummy stuff). I was worried that there was something wrong with the food, so I try to hear what's happening without getting in the line of fire.
The SC goes back to the table to get his metal cane and comes back up on my other side. The owner/manager (I'm not sure) said something to him (in another slightly less heavy accent) that he would refund his money as soon as he had finished waiting on the guests in line. SC starts stamping his feet rabblefoammuttering. He would have embarrassed a screaming toddler. The O/M asked him what was wrong. The SC rabblefoammutters, then yells that there was no drink with the meal. The O/M pointed at the menu above out heads and pointed out that there was nothing on the menu to indicate that a drink came with meals; that drinks were sold separately. The SC then screams, "Moron!" The O/M apologizes to those of us waiting, takes the SC's receipt and does the return.
The SC then starts yelling about wanting his money back. The O/M gives him the receipt and tells him that it's done. Of course, the SC won't leave. Thankfully, a cashier literally walked through the front door in the middle of this and went to work helping those of us waiting. She didn't even take a minute to change to her uniform shirt.
The O/M finally walks out the front door (which was propped open; it was a gorgeous day) with the receipt, so the SC and the SCW, who has not said a single word during the whole tantrum/tirade, follow him out. The O/M walks them a few feet from the door, so I couldn't hear what was being said (darn it), but I can still hear the rabblefoammutter, and occasional screams of "Moron!"
Suddenly I hear the SC yell, "Get the hell away from here," and I turn toward the front to see some poor older man, his eyes huge, coming through the doorway very quickly, staring back at the SC, with a "What the hell is that all about," look.
Just as I finish my order, the O/M comes back in and lets the cashier go in back to change her shirt. He then gives me my receipt and apologizes for the floor show. I told him, "I'm sorry you had to go through that. Don't worry, with that behavior his heart won't last."
The O/M actually smiled and said, "Thank you." What was funny was I'm sure he was referring to the thought that the SC could drop dead soon.
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