Anyhoo, there was a backup in the kitchen and it was taking some time for everyone to get their pizza. My party waited about 25 minutes. I've been there many times before and this is very unusual for the place.
Chris Matthews and his wife are at the next table. He starts yelling at his waitress because the pizza is taking so long. And I'm not talking 'hey, where are the pizzas.' I mean, berating her. He even went so far as to call her a liar. Keep in mind this was after the poor girl, who was no more than 18 years old, told him she would box his pizzas and he could have them for free.
Did he thank her for her offer? No. Instead he stands up and starts yelling and wildly gestulating. Over a frigging pizza. He had to be a foot taller than this girl, but he was in her face pointing and yelling like she was a guest on Hardball and she was embroiled in the lastest political scandal. He then stormed out, leaving his mortified wife to hash out the situation.
What an a-hole. I, for one, won't be watching Hardball anymore. I watch it all the time and for the most part, I find his guests to be interesting. I actually like him when he tones down the interrupting and yelling. But after last night, the sight of his mug makes me sick. The same goes for his wife, who's a local news anchor. I never would have let my husband treat a waitress like that.
Thanks...you have given me more corroboration for my theory.
Why didn't this blogger go over and punch the bullying sonofabitch?
His poor wife. You can tell a lot about how someone treats people in general by the way they treat a waiter/waitress.
Chris Matthews "...had to be a foot taller than this girl, but he was in her face pointing and yelling like she was a guest on Hardball and she was embroiled in the lastest political scandal. He then stormed out, leaving his mortified wife to hash out the situation."
Typical ill-liberal behavior of the entitled "liberal" elite. I wish someone at the Pizza Parlor had one of those little digital video cameras to memoralize the event.
Reminds me of unfit John Kerry who pushes in front of lines and exclaims with arrogant gusto, "Don't you know [infering "you rabble"] who I am?"