We could all call and reserve tables for Saturday night...and then not show up.
Or how about we take turns calling and asking them to page Seymour Butts?
What p***es me off is how much support we gave NYC after the 9/11/01 attacks. (we meaning, the Bushes and Red Staters)
Won't get fooled again...
Have you ever seen the old I Love Lucy in which the club doesn't renew Ricky's contract, and Lucy, Fred and Ethel take action? With the help of Ethel's contact with a theatrical costumer, they show up numerous times for their "reservations" for 12 or 16 or 20 and loudly refuse to stay because Ricky's not there. (It was a great episode!) Well, it worked . . .
No,no,no, now here's what you do:
You go to a toy store or Spencer's Gifts in the mall or some place like that and you buy a plastic bug -- cockroaches work best, but any icky "bug" will do. It has to look (fairly) real.
Make a reservation at the restaurant. Show up, order a meal ...yup, yup, you're getting the idea... half way though slip the plastic bugs in/under some food on the plate (mashed potatoes work great for this).
Then wait a moment, leap up and cry: "Oh, my God!! There's a cockroach/bug in my food!!!"
Here you can add whatever dramatic touches you wish. But don't make it too long, or too obvious, and get out of there -- pronto!
The place will be in an uproar, and the restaurant's reputation will suddenly be....er...well you know.
Paging, "Adolph Oliver Nipples".
I just applied for the Job of Maitre 'd, so if I get it, you guys will all get sweeeet seats!
paging "JACK MEOFF"... is there a JACK MEOFF in the house? ...
Or page Phil McKracken.