You may be asking yourself what the hell am I talking about. Well let me explain. Some of my readers may be familiar with Gold Star Diner in Worcester, MA. For those of you who aren't, its a small, hole-in-the-wall place that serves solid meals for low prices. Basically a home run for your average college student. So whats so bad about this place? Nothing, really, its just some of the people who go there. Today I went to this delicious treat with a group of four people. Now, the seating in this spot is mostly comprised of bar stool seats along the grill, 2 person booths, and a few booths for 4.In most cases, the typical protocol for seating is depending on how many people in your group, you grab the seats built for that number. So if you're alone, you go to the bar, group of two, bar or two person booth, group of four, the big booth. Now as simple as this seams, there are some pumkin pie hair cutted freaks out there that like to take the freakin 4 person booths when there's only one or two of them. Now this wouldn't bother me if you've been waiting and the big booth is the first thing that opens up. Your hungry, you've paid your due, by allllll means take the booth. But if there are open seats available for you, go fuck yourself if you think its ok to hold out just to get more room. You want elbow room? Go to fucking Denny's. Now because you're a selfish douche all of the people who actually need those booths have to wait even longer. Fuck you freaky kid with the mole. Fuck you pedophile looking dad with daughter. And double fuck you to the loner sitting by himself in a four person booth, just sitting there reading a book. Go to a library, not a noisy diner you dick. Clearly those are specific references to my experience today.
Next thing you know John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson are just gonna be hogging up the four person booth to talk about dead nigger storage. I was more or less about to do this......
And that's what really grinds my gears........
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