So I its this food spot by the crib that I can walk to. 2 out of the last 3 times I went, my food has been ready and they did not tell me. I would be sitting their in they face watching people get their orders until I went up to the counter and inquired about my order, and low and behold, my food was ready the whole time. The last time this shyt happened I really had to stop myself from snapping on these folks for wasting my time.
So today I call in my order and show up 20 minutes later. I get to the counter, let them know I called in an order. They asked me for my name, confirmed my order, and I paid. I thought I would be done by the time I got there, but I guess not. So I take a seat in front of the counter and wait. Well another 20 minutes goes by and I go to the counter to see what's up with my food. Yep, my food was ready the whole time I was there. I was like come on man, y'all keep doing this shyt to me
It's principalities involved now,so I tell them to give me my money back. I'm like I just can't fukk with y'all ever again cause y'all repeatedly played a nikka. Give my money back and I'm boycotting this shyt.
So the girl I'm talking to is like I feel your pain and I remember you from last time. So she had to get another lady to give me my refund back. This is the lady that rung me up. She talking about, did I let them know my name. I'm like you the one who rung me up and asked for my name lady. Y'all wouldn't even know how much to charge or what I order d if y'all didn't ask for my name
So the bytch wants to do what bytches do, and keep talking about the shyt. Trying to make it seem like it was my fault. So I look at my he other chick and tell her, it's not even that serious, but this lady ain't gonna sit here and act like it's my fault. So the other lady jumped in and was like it's not the restaurants fault. 0-100 mode activated. I was like bytch this the third time y'all did it. It's y'all fault cause y'all got horrible customer service.
So she wants to try and over yell a nikka
So I'm snapping on the bytch and at this point, the cool one is trying to be in some calm down shyt. I'm like fukk that shyt. I was being cool. All y'all had to do was give me my money and talk shyt about me when I left, but no, this bytch wanna be the bytch she is, and I'm not with that shyt today. Then I took my hand and ran it across the counter knocking all they flyers and shyt in the floor. Then I screamed fukk this stupid ass place, y'all got me fukked up, and all kind of other shyt like that.
This not my first rodeo. At this point, I know everyone looking at me like the angry black
Man, so I had 2-4 minutes to get my shyt off and disperse
Then the lady who was a bytch said, in a very distraught manner, You're a man in a suit!
I was like bytch I don't give a fukk about this suit, you got me fukked up out here. Then she said it again for some reason At this point, the other chick is trying to jump in and stick up for her coworker and this hoe caught some strays. She was cool though. So the bytch is like I'm a woman I said ok bytch, call your husband and I will beat his ass. I was talking so much shyt 
You cannot be more belligerent or talk more shyt than me. That lady probably just didn't know better. So now I can see a few butch nikkaa from the kitchen peeping they head around the corner all scary. One of them was on the phone. I was like ok, I got like 45 seconds to talk more shyt cause I'm sure he calling the police. So I'm like anyone of y'all nikkas wanna come defend this bytch honor? I'll beat y'all mothafukking ass. Them nikkas was unresponsive. I would have at least talked some shyt if I was them. So I raid a few more parting words and got up out of there and went home. Now a nikka gotta cook something.
Did I go too hard? I think I know the answer
So today I call in my order and show up 20 minutes later. I get to the counter, let them know I called in an order. They asked me for my name, confirmed my order, and I paid. I thought I would be done by the time I got there, but I guess not. So I take a seat in front of the counter and wait. Well another 20 minutes goes by and I go to the counter to see what's up with my food. Yep, my food was ready the whole time I was there. I was like come on man, y'all keep doing this shyt to me
It's principalities involved now,so I tell them to give me my money back. I'm like I just can't fukk with y'all ever again cause y'all repeatedly played a nikka. Give my money back and I'm boycotting this shyt. So the girl I'm talking to is like I feel your pain and I remember you from last time. So she had to get another lady to give me my refund back. This is the lady that rung me up. She talking about, did I let them know my name. I'm like you the one who rung me up and asked for my name lady. Y'all wouldn't even know how much to charge or what I order d if y'all didn't ask for my name
So the bytch wants to do what bytches do, and keep talking about the shyt. Trying to make it seem like it was my fault. So I look at my he other chick and tell her, it's not even that serious, but this lady ain't gonna sit here and act like it's my fault. So the other lady jumped in and was like it's not the restaurants fault. 0-100 mode activated. I was like bytch this the third time y'all did it. It's y'all fault cause y'all got horrible customer service. So she wants to try and over yell a nikka
So I'm snapping on the bytch and at this point, the cool one is trying to be in some calm down shyt. I'm like fukk that shyt. I was being cool. All y'all had to do was give me my money and talk shyt about me when I left, but no, this bytch wanna be the bytch she is, and I'm not with that shyt today. Then I took my hand and ran it across the counter knocking all they flyers and shyt in the floor. Then I screamed fukk this stupid ass place, y'all got me fukked up, and all kind of other shyt like that. This not my first rodeo. At this point, I know everyone looking at me like the angry black
Man, so I had 2-4 minutes to get my shyt off and disperse
Then the lady who was a bytch said, in a very distraught manner, You're a man in a suit!
I was like bytch I don't give a fukk about this suit, you got me fukked up out here. Then she said it again for some reason At this point, the other chick is trying to jump in and stick up for her coworker and this hoe caught some strays. She was cool though. So the bytch is like I'm a woman I said ok bytch, call your husband and I will beat his ass. I was talking so much shyt You cannot be more belligerent or talk more shyt than me. That lady probably just didn't know better. So now I can see a few butch nikkaa from the kitchen peeping they head around the corner all scary. One of them was on the phone. I was like ok, I got like 45 seconds to talk more shyt cause I'm sure he calling the police. So I'm like anyone of y'all nikkas wanna come defend this bytch honor? I'll beat y'all mothafukking ass. Them nikkas was unresponsive. I would have at least talked some shyt if I was them. So I raid a few more parting words and got up out of there and went home. Now a nikka gotta cook something. Did I go too hard? I think I know the answer
you should've immediately asked if it was ready when you got there, especially if you had that issue in the past
finish the muthafuking story biatch
