| The restaurant from Heck |
twisted by Anonymous
Saturday, February 19, 2005 |
Well, my grandparents (not the crazy one) are here at my house, and i must say, they are awesome. We decided to go out for dinner, so we went to some weird, homey german/swedish/italian restaurant. The first thing that helped me know how awesome this was going to be was the music. Xylophones and Accordions are a very.....very. We waited about 30 seconds and were going to be seated. The waitress walked in and said, "sorry about the wait, please bear with us." My grandfather owns. He said, "what kind of bear?" and the waitress freaked out a bit. We were seated, and waited two and a half hours for food. And it was only alright food. While waiting we had such interesting conversations as, "how to dodge jury duty" or "how to get away with driving drunk."
this is one of the exchanged which took place:
Mom: i have jury duty next tuesday.....i really don't want to do it
Grandma: you know, you should lie alot, thats how i got out of it.
Dad: no, just ignore all the requests they give you. completely ignore it. all ive gotten are threatening letters. threatening a fine. hell, they could threaten to castrate me and i wouldnt care.
It was not at this point in time, but about every 3 minutes, that i wanted to stab the xylophone player. Repeatdly. i wish i had killed him. Doo Doo Doo. LEARN MORE THEN 2 NOTES YOU XYLOPHONE BITCH....
It was all better when the host apologized; my family, being the assholes (in a good way) that we are were being VERY cynical. and people heard us and told the manager. so we got a free dinner. Wee.
this is one of the exchanged which took place:
Mom: i have jury duty next tuesday.....i really don't want to do it
Grandma: you know, you should lie alot, thats how i got out of it.
Dad: no, just ignore all the requests they give you. completely ignore it. all ive gotten are threatening letters. threatening a fine. hell, they could threaten to castrate me and i wouldnt care.
It was not at this point in time, but about every 3 minutes, that i wanted to stab the xylophone player. Repeatdly. i wish i had killed him. Doo Doo Doo. LEARN MORE THEN 2 NOTES YOU XYLOPHONE BITCH....
It was all better when the host apologized; my family, being the assholes (in a good way) that we are were being VERY cynical. and people heard us and told the manager. so we got a free dinner. Wee.
2 Comments:
I once went to a restaurant like that. It was some ethnic food kind of place. Anyway, it was for my friend's birthday party, and it sucked so bad cuz it was so long and the food was terrible. The service was horrendous, too. Pretty much all the ailments of yours, and worse. We also had to wait like and hour [i]before[/i] we sat down. So, anyway, there was a paper cover on the table and there were crayons to draw with. So we kept making cartoons and letters saying how terrible the restaurant was. At the end Max, we decided, would be our man with words who wrote an entire letter to the management criticizing the entire restaurant. Remember, Max? Anyway, yeah, we got a free dinner, too.
I love xylophone players. I AM ONE. So don't go talking bad about them. Get it. Got it. GOOD!!!
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