ZOMG. Yesterday was a volcano day.
Went to DEERS (I have no idea what that stands for) w/manthing to get some medical info updated with the Army. The health system of this country just needs to go suck itself. ok?
Then I have a yee haw with CS about the lack of coats in the chicks section. The guys had about 20 different coats, all name brands and high quality. Chicks? I saw a vest that was lined by imitation lambswool. >_<
Ken had to work last night, so I suggested we grab food as he has to eat a solid meal before sleeping. (have I mentioned how much I HATE his schedule?). Chinese? nahhh. Hamburgers? Nahhhh. How about Mexican?
Went to this place we had been going to for years. Wow. They have redecorated. cool.
Menu seemed about the same and did not matter to me. Chilli relleno and a salad with guac. Thats me for over 20 years.
Oi. My relleno came out as a grease ball. Did not notice until I prepared to hack up everything and mix in into one ugly goop and eat it all together that way. Yeah--gross, but me.
Standing grease. And then relleno that was supposed to be kinda crispy? Soggy to the point of plopping apart when I lifted the edge with a fork.
Sat there. Sat there. long time later the waiter comes over to ask if things are ok and to give us the cheque. >_< I tell him that the relleno is an insult to the name and was horrid. And no I did not want anything else as my hubby was done eating, thanks ever so. He says "OK" and leaves.
We sit there a few minutes and noone comes by to say anything. Ok on our part. I tell ken to go wait in the car as he hates my way of handling bad service. I had had my life working customer service. Don;t fuck with me.
I tell the chick at the register that I wanted the manager. He comes up and I tell him that my relleno was horrid and sitting in grease and no one came to check on us. Even though we were in plain site of the table the waiters sat at. Yes, they had a table in the dining room.
I told him that the waiter acted like a jackass when he gave us the cheque.
At that point the manager snatches the cheque out of my hands and tells me to never come back.
*blinks*
"Excuse me?"
"No one talks to me like that. Get out. " Mr machismo sneers at me and rolls his eyes at the men standing behind me.
"You just fucked up dude"
The guys behind me laughed out loud.
I turn "Yes I said fuck. You think that is funny?"
I storm out and start hopping up and down in the parking lot. I scream at ken to go in and beat the bastard up. Does that tell you how mad I am? I want to see if my toy bag is in the back of the car.
Ken gets out and ushers me to my side of the car.
We go to wendys to get me food. I tell the guy at the drive thru about my experience. we stop at a gas station. I tell any and everyone about it.
When we get home I told ken to give me the keys as I needed to go by the Chevy dealer. I promised not to go kill the Mexican and stay away from the restaurant. Really.
So a couple of minutes later I am sitting in the chevy Managers office telling him about how one of his salesmen was laughing at me at the mexican place. Gave a description, and said "You can spot him. He smells like Mexican food."
Don't fuck with me when you are wearing your work shirt. That is just stupid. The manager is gobsmacked. How weird is this situation. I tell him that we have a Chevy(sadly I call it the Gray Slug). We go there religiously every 3000 miles. And now this.
We bought a car from him. And that dude was laughing at me. Oh, and wow you have such pretty eyes.
He still is sitting there gathering flies, totally thrown off by my compliment.
I stand up to leave and he shakes it off. I am sure he does not want to loose our business.
"Look. I was furious when I got here, but I apologize for yelling at you. really. Go tell that dude he is an idiot and that he is representing you everytime he wears that shirt, where ever he is at. He is a dumb ass. And messes with the wrong broad."
He starts to say whatever he can and tell him not to worry about loosing my service. But that dude had better be glad I did not have my whip with me.
When I got home I felt much better.
Now I am sitting here contemplating what else to do.
Fucker. I hate machismo. And now I hate that Mexican. Is it racism or sexist?
grrrrrrrrr
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