right from the get go and me unsuspecting anything profane, get blasted with some degrading charmers that no one has dared to call me - ever.
It gets worse with the name calling and his prize word becoming overused. At first I wasn't sure the guy wasn't avfeabile minded drunk, or ignorant non account, stupid person doing odd jobs -- no this is the owner calling me names. Any way, I was going to do some major overhaul on this guy plus some piece of work he has forva bartender. There seems to be a waitress that willngive workna try- seems nice but not very fast. I asked her where the ignorant ds was so I could shape him up a little. She got a little nervous but I was excited to be back in the trenches working my way through life.
The guy ses that I don't understand his schtick and backs off a little with more offensive language in front of everyone including women.
I'm leaving for certain withoutbbuying avthing but atvthecsame time i ant to rip him a new ne. He calls me over to chat explaining he was a copter jockey in nam 1st cav. I was think he would have been a LT and I could pull rank on him and chew him down to warm air off a terd.
Coney dogs were. No good but I'm not sure they may have been altered with the bodily fluid of the waitress.
Bad time, bad food and got pissed off at the same time.
Place is dirty, drab, just plain embarrasing for the unaware.
Hevcan go hang out with bar room intellectuals.
I'd just as soon wait outside one night to help him learn language.
He called me names over and over again that no one else evercdared to try. I'll never go back there again and I'm from out of the area- no need for mevto stay mad.