So I'm in The Giant Crab in Myrtle Beach Saturday night (was out slogging around in some bays that weekend...I'll post pics if I get a chance. Been busy of late) and I'm trying to leave with my daughter and ten feet from the exit they have one of those retractable webbing barrier things and a sign saying "exit through the gift shop."
Guess what? Fuck that. I'm sorry, I racked up a pretty good sized bill, was kind to the waitress, tipped well, didn't disturb anyone, didn't linger, and didn't make a mess, and paid my bill with a smile. I've fulfilled my obligation as a guest. I resent the hell out of the idea that I "can't leave until I've made an unwanted and unplanned shopping trip".
The frigging rope was, and I kid you not, ten feet or less from the door. But no, I have to drag a small kid through a gauntlet of cheap, tacky trinkets if I wish to gain freedom? Hahaha. That's a good one.
That's offensive.
So I simply lifted up the barrier, without breaking stride, and went under it. It snapped out of the connector with a loud pop. I really didn't mean to do that, so I tried to put it back. Couldn't get it into the channel in the dim lighting, figured I'd already spent more time than was owed on the damn thing already, and decided to call it a night. So I let go of it and let it retract back into the opposite pole with another loud snap.
Cue cat butt face and incredulous glare from person running behind me to re-latch the barrier.
Whatever, man. Your manager is a fucking idiot and probably a toolbag as well and you have my sympathies. But that doesn't mean I am going to submit to that sort of foolishness. I'm polite, but I'm not THAT polite.
I can't seem to go to Myrtle Beach without encountering some sort of idiocy that pisses me off.
Guess what? Fuck that. I'm sorry, I racked up a pretty good sized bill, was kind to the waitress, tipped well, didn't disturb anyone, didn't linger, and didn't make a mess, and paid my bill with a smile. I've fulfilled my obligation as a guest. I resent the hell out of the idea that I "can't leave until I've made an unwanted and unplanned shopping trip".
The frigging rope was, and I kid you not, ten feet or less from the door. But no, I have to drag a small kid through a gauntlet of cheap, tacky trinkets if I wish to gain freedom? Hahaha. That's a good one.
That's offensive.
So I simply lifted up the barrier, without breaking stride, and went under it. It snapped out of the connector with a loud pop. I really didn't mean to do that, so I tried to put it back. Couldn't get it into the channel in the dim lighting, figured I'd already spent more time than was owed on the damn thing already, and decided to call it a night. So I let go of it and let it retract back into the opposite pole with another loud snap.
Cue cat butt face and incredulous glare from person running behind me to re-latch the barrier.
Whatever, man. Your manager is a fucking idiot and probably a toolbag as well and you have my sympathies. But that doesn't mean I am going to submit to that sort of foolishness. I'm polite, but I'm not THAT polite.
I can't seem to go to Myrtle Beach without encountering some sort of idiocy that pisses me off.
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