Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Uncle Freak Out...

Uncle Ned has always been an excitable guy. When we were kids all the nephews & nieces nicknamed him 'Uncle Freak Out.' - Point in case:

One time I went to a fast food place with him & he ordered a specialty sandwich. It was  bacon/cheese/Angus - don't remember the exact name. Any way, we sit down to eat & he chimes angrily, "Does this look like that? Does this look like that?" He points to a decal of his sandwich on the window - "That is what I was expecting, not whatever this piece of garbage is. I want my money back." Everyone knows the sandwiches in the commercials & decals are more appealing than the actual thing. I remind him of such and he says - "I don't give a shit. They've been screwing me for years & I'm fucking tired of it," he slams the sandwich down on his tray - "I want my money back."

"Oh boy, here we go again," are my thoughts as I watch Ned exit the booth with his sandwich & head directly to the counter - "I hope he doesn't make another scene." I was finishing the last of my six piece nugget meal when I heard it - "Get the fucking manager! Tell him you have an unsatisfied customer who wants his money back!" - As long as you're not getting dragged into one of his freak outs they're amusing to watch.

The manager or someone pretending to be him comes to the counter & Ned explains how he felt duped by the advertising of the sandwich - "Come on! Does whatever you call this," as he points at the sandwich, "Look like this," as he points at the decal on the window - "I want the sandwich on the window. Not this garbage." Instead of giving six dollars back to an unreasonable customer, which I would have done to be rid of them. No, the guy decided to argue with him. Things escalated rapidly.

"This is the last fucking time I eat at this kangaroo meat motherfucker place. Give me the fucking money back you asshole!" His freak outs would heighten quickly & they would diffuse quickly (thank goodness) - "Sir, you need to leave right this moment or I will call the police," the manager stopped arguing and started threatening - "Fuck you then! Keep my six dollars! This place is bullshit! Robbie! Robbie! Where the fuck are you at? Let's get the hell out of here." I was standing by the door ready to leave five minutes ago - "Over here Mr. Freak Out. Let's go!" - It's too bad they didn't have phones back in Ned's freak out days. People would have been appalled & amused at his antics.










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