I had lunch there today. As I paid for my lunch, the guy at the register kept going on about…read morepolitics. And he definitely did not have anything positive to say. He was pretty foul mouthed about it. Now he's entitled to his opinion one way or the other, but I'm there to have lunch and forget about that mess for an hour. Then I figure if he's allowed to run his mouth, so am I. So about the third time he starts on the same tirade, I tell him he ought to keep his opinions to himself.
He says, "You got a problem? Sorry I mean enjoy your lunch." And he keeps smiling and yelling that to me repeatedly as the server escorts me to my table, until I'm out of sight.
After I finish eating, as I'm leaving, he yells to me "Have a nice day."
I don't even look at him. I have my sunglasses on. As I'm walking out the door, he adds, "Or don't."
I'm outside halfway down the parking lot to my car, and he literally sticks his head out the door. He left his position behind the counter and walked all the way outside to yell at me more. He says, "Take a picture. It'll last longer."
I run back inside and he starts yelling at me again. "Oh what? You want to fight me now", he says. I go right past him to one of the other employees and ask for a manager. He screams, "I am the manager."
I say, "Okay, let me speak to the owner." He says, "The owner never comes here."
Meanwhile, the other employees are asking me what's wrong and asking me how they can help. He says, "Don't bother with them. None of them speak English." They are, at that moment, speaking to me in English.
I walk back over to him and ask his name. He says Johnathan. He asks my name, I say Joseph. I ask his last name and he says Jonathan Joseph. There's a lot of customers waiting in line to pay by now. And he looks at me and says, "Why you giving me that look? A look like that, you either want to fight me or have sex with me."
I ask him why he'd say that in front of all these customers (mostly Hispanic and Asian descent), and he says, "None of them speak English anyway."
I look at the customers and say, "So none of you speak English? Is that true? He just said that about you." A younger fellow next me exhales, rolls his eyes, and says to me, "Don't worry about it."
So I turn to leave, and he says, "I hope your day gets better." I reply, "I hope your life gets better."
And all of this happened in front of dozens of customers during the lunch rush. I can tell you one place where I'll never eat again in my life. And good riddance. Oh, and "Have a nice day!"