My little Bw3 Incident
Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 9:42 am
as posted on my myspace blog: I am hungover like a mofo. This story is a little bit of what happened last night.
Cinco De Mayo!!!
Ok, so some friends and I went to see the fight at Bw3 on 28th st. It was packed, and I am in line to get in. My friends have a seat for me, and they are on the phone with me. So the manager says too bad and lets a whole group of people sit at my friends' table. Not a big deal, we were still having fun. But it would have been nice to sit at the table with my friends, since they had been there since 6pm saving some seats. I had to sit in the fuckin corner and eat with the food on my lab. It was kind of an inconvenience.
I was nice to the people who sat at the table with us, it wasn't their fault that I didn't have a spot at the table. So anyways, end of the night I talk to the manager. I explain my inconvenience and try to be a nice guy about it. He basically tells me "Too bad, suck my dick." The "manager" looks kind of like Jack Black and he acts like a little kid. It was very unprofessional on his part... So I decide to be a dickhead.
On the way out I call him over to the counter. I try once more to talk to him about it. He still says too fuckin bad, all I was askin for was maybe a few free wings or somn for my inconvenience. I wasn't asking for a fuckin miracle, just for a little discount for the hassle I had to go thru. The "manager" still says too bad, so sad, he isn't doing anything. So I told him that he wasn't a very good manager and he should make himself useful. As I said that, I poured the rest of my beer out on the counter. I told him to "Clean it up you little bitch." Can you believe he sent an employee out to get my license plate number as I left? I remember waving my middle finger at him like it was the American Flag on 4th of July. He is lucky I wasn't driving the jeep, or else I would have chased his fat ass around the parking lot. It will be a cold day in hell before I visit that Bw3 again.
Archived topic from AOV, old topic ID:596, old post ID:3504
Cinco De Mayo!!!
Ok, so some friends and I went to see the fight at Bw3 on 28th st. It was packed, and I am in line to get in. My friends have a seat for me, and they are on the phone with me. So the manager says too bad and lets a whole group of people sit at my friends' table. Not a big deal, we were still having fun. But it would have been nice to sit at the table with my friends, since they had been there since 6pm saving some seats. I had to sit in the fuckin corner and eat with the food on my lab. It was kind of an inconvenience.
I was nice to the people who sat at the table with us, it wasn't their fault that I didn't have a spot at the table. So anyways, end of the night I talk to the manager. I explain my inconvenience and try to be a nice guy about it. He basically tells me "Too bad, suck my dick." The "manager" looks kind of like Jack Black and he acts like a little kid. It was very unprofessional on his part... So I decide to be a dickhead.
On the way out I call him over to the counter. I try once more to talk to him about it. He still says too fuckin bad, all I was askin for was maybe a few free wings or somn for my inconvenience. I wasn't asking for a fuckin miracle, just for a little discount for the hassle I had to go thru. The "manager" still says too bad, so sad, he isn't doing anything. So I told him that he wasn't a very good manager and he should make himself useful. As I said that, I poured the rest of my beer out on the counter. I told him to "Clean it up you little bitch." Can you believe he sent an employee out to get my license plate number as I left? I remember waving my middle finger at him like it was the American Flag on 4th of July. He is lucky I wasn't driving the jeep, or else I would have chased his fat ass around the parking lot. It will be a cold day in hell before I visit that Bw3 again.
Archived topic from AOV, old topic ID:596, old post ID:3504