October 8, 2007

Never Seen This Before…

Went to get some Jamaican food today. For some reason, the Panamanians that own the place–not making that up–were taking way too long to take my order. I’m not sure why, but it may have had something to do with the cat ahead of me in line.

I don’t know what happened, but by the time I got to the register to pay for my patties, the cat at the register was saying “I’ll give you your money back.” Dude replied with, “my bad, but I ain’t paying that much.”

It appeared that the gentleman ahead of me in line, paid for his food. They ran the credit card and everything. Then, after he found out the total and agreed to submit payment, he decided the food cost too much. He then asked for his money back…which he received.

Then what did he do? He sat down and ate his food!

He ordered. He paid. He whined. He was refunded. And he sat and ate?

I have never seen anything like that at a West Indian restaurant. You can’t even get away with that at Bahama Breeze, and you can get a chain to refund your money by saying the ice wasn’t cold enough.

Shoot, I gotta remember that trick.

October 8, 2007

Stupidity is Funny

Business…here’s that Jump.

I read something really stupid this morning.  I don’t remember what it was, but it left me with the desire to share a story about one of the dumbest things ever done.

My dorm freshman, the infamous and dearly departed James P. Brawley Hall at Clark Atlanta University (can I get an MOB?), was always off the hook.  Most of the freshman males were in the same building, creating the possibility of great hilarity.  I’ve got plenty of stories from my year, but this time I’ll share a classic from two years after me.

So, since college freshmen have way too much free time, dudes would stage boxing matches at night in front of the dorm.  People would come and watch, particularly women who just like seeing stuff like that.  And, to accomodate the masses, a dude on the first floor would turn his speakers outside and DJ.

Since he was the DJ, he always had a mic.  What follows is why microphones in public places are always a bad idea.

Dudes were getting on the mic saying whatever.  Then, this dude Clayton–I think that was his name–grabbed the mic.

“Hey yo, this yo boy Pimp C.  Just wanna let y’all know if y’all want that fie green, come to room (insert number here).”

And someone did come–the police.  Right across from the patch of grass the matches took place on was the damn police station.