Last night I took my wife to Chili's Bar & Grill in the White Oak Shopping Center in Garner, NC. It was our anniversary. Take note: It was the crappiest dinner ever. Bar none!
We get there and each order a beer. I'm anxiously awaiting a sizzling fajita plate. My wife is waiting on some sort of sandwich, I don't remember which one. So, there we are, just about to eat, when an eruption occurs in the kitchen. Some guy is back there screaming, Fucking motherfuckers, fuck...cops...fuck....fucking cops.....Mother fucker! This goes on for about five minutes. I don't normally have problems with cursing as long as my daughters aren't forced to hear it, but this conversation went even further downhill. The skinny white idiot then tells no less than five coworkers, one just happened to have been one of the managers, that, if so and so shows back up they should "pee" in his beer and "do things" to his food. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. What's worse is that none of the listeners seemed disturbed at all about the prospect of urinating in food. Didn't seem to bother any of them.
At this point our food came out. The girl who brought it was one of the listeners and seemed embarrassed. We could still hear the guy's seemingly never ending tirade going on behind her. My wife asked if we could speak to the manager. The girl walked back into the kitchen and spoke to curse-boy, who loudly muttered "shit" and walked away smiling.
Unbelievably, the manager who was standing there listening to all of it comes over and speaks with us. He offers to "take care" of our meal. "Weren't you just listening to all of that?" I asked. "Seems like you might have told him to stop."
"Yes, well, he's going through some tough personal times right now. He's having trouble with a roommate."
"I don't care about his roommate," my wife answered. I told him I didn't want the meal "taken care of," as I had no intention of eating it. "What if the glass he talked about urinating into is the same one I'm drinking out of?" I asked.
"Oh, no. That stuff doesn't happen here," he replied. I figured this guy was just running interference for his friend, especially since he was the one listening to the entire diatribe without ever having told the guy to stop. We asked for the main manager.
Finally, two other managers came over and talked to us. We explained what happened and told them we just wanted to leave. Real nice anniversary dinner.
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