I was at a Myrtle Beach fast food joint (Wendy’s ?) on a Sunday noon back in 1988. I was coming down with bronchitis. As I exited the restaurant, this nice family comes bounding up towards me, all dressed up from church. Just as they do, I let loose with some nasty projectile vomiting (not only out my mouth, but out my nose, too). They froze in horror and swiftly returned to their car.
Ah, memories.
After my Grandma’s funeral there was a formal get together at a restaurant, I’m not sure what it was officially called, a reception maybe.
My cousin ordered a certain brand of beer and the waitress misheard her, I spoke to correct her and she snapped at me to “wait my turn”. I was in mourning and I am not a child and I was your CUSTOMER you unprofessional piece of crap. I regret not chewing her out.
I was never more disgusted in a restaurant, the one that reeked of burnt cheese and garlic and the MacDonalds with the clogged toilet are second and third.