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Weasels Ripped My Flesh
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So get this. I had to leave at half time to take my wife and daughter to dinner. We ended up at Red Robin. Cool. I can watch the game. Right?
Every fucking TV in the place was on the LAKERS GAME!! WTF??!!!??? I was pretty pissed. I complained to every employee who came near me. I was not scoring any points with my wife, I can tell you that. I actually got up and went around the room and made the waitresses change every TV to the Blazers game. Some of them looked at me like they had no clue what my problem was.
Can you fucking imagine an Oregon restaurant showing the fucking Lakers game instead of the Blazers game? It's surreal. I'm home and I'm still ticked off about it. I can only speculate that the manager of this particular Red Robin must be from Los Angeles. If so, that's no excuse. There is no excuse. Know your clientele.
Crazy.
Every fucking TV in the place was on the LAKERS GAME!! WTF??!!!??? I was pretty pissed. I complained to every employee who came near me. I was not scoring any points with my wife, I can tell you that. I actually got up and went around the room and made the waitresses change every TV to the Blazers game. Some of them looked at me like they had no clue what my problem was.
Can you fucking imagine an Oregon restaurant showing the fucking Lakers game instead of the Blazers game? It's surreal. I'm home and I'm still ticked off about it. I can only speculate that the manager of this particular Red Robin must be from Los Angeles. If so, that's no excuse. There is no excuse. Know your clientele.
Crazy.
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