Crap meals outI'd chosen to take my in-laws to one of my favourite restaurants, only to discover it had changed hands the week before. We waited half an hour to get menus. The waitress broke the cork in the wine we ordered. She got our order wrong. The food was luke-warm, mine was overcooked, the rest was undercooked. After waiting another 40 minutes for the last course, we were told that we couldn't have any as the chef had "forgotten to de-frost the puddings".
Let's just say they didn't get a tip. Tell us of your crap meals out.
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chthonic, Thu 27 Apr 2006, 14:22)
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I'm Lovin' ItOn the way home from work, needing a quick turnaround so I could go to the pub, I decided to go to the drive-thru at the local McDonalds (therefore it was a meal, I bought it whilst out and it was obviously crap, so this story counts, shut up). The quick turnaround part was slightly ruined by there being a massive queue. As I waited, impatiently tapping on the steering wheel, I noticed something rather odd. Every single car exiting the drive-thru contained people with massive smiles on their faces. Some were even laughing like retards, tears streaming down their cheeks. I gave the first few odd looks and began getting more and more intrigued as to what the hell could be so funny. As I waited I was imagining Ronald himself, handing out the burgers and blessing the patrons with his amazing comedic wit or, at the very least, a crudely drawn sign pinned, unnoticed, below the window reading "I am a cunthorse". But no. What did I see when I finally drove nearer to the window? Well it's the thing that has made me go "Awwwwwwww" in genuine heartfelt sympathy more than anything else has for quite a few years.
Standing at the window was what looked like a 12 year old boy but I'm guessing was, in reality, a late developer of a teenager. It was blatantly his first day and some neanderthal charver superior was standing behind him grunting orders at him, shaking his head and generally ripping the piss out of him whenever he got something wrong. He was struggling under pressure, screwing more and more things up the more he was shouted at, blushing furiously, being totally humiliated in public and couldn't understand why all the customers were finding it just so goddamn amusing. It felt cruel at the time but I just couldn't let his torture continue anymore. So I calmly pointed out that it was probably because he was standing at a window that made him visible to every car that went by, not only with his flies open, but with the end of his cock poking out for good measure.
If you're listening God, in my mind, he went on to win the lottery.
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Gleeballs is mostly made out of chocolate and hate., Thu 27 Apr 2006, 20:27,
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