[Just an afterthought on my subject: No, this isn't calling for some
nationwide Yeti boycott of Wendy's...I'm sure lots of stores are fun,
great places to eat in. Just THIS one had this ONE manager who...well:]
Our party of four marched bravely into the Mall, as we are wont to do
when we have no plans and feel like reminding the Pinks that their
superiors (us, of course) do exist, and we ARE watching them. :-) I was
dressed normally except for this hat I made. I'm really proud of it.
Using only a knife and pliers, I combined rabbit-ears antennae and a loop
antenna on top of an old denim cap. So I have projecting antennae,
sticking ahead of me at 10:30 and 1:30, respectively, that I can adjust.
I wear this hat because I think it's really neat, and because I'm proud
of it, so don't no-one DARE say that it's some bobbieass stunt of trying
too hard to be different. 'Sides, everyone compliments it...
Damn, I digress a LOT when I'm this tired. Okay, back to the story: Ed
and Will were playing in their daddy's toolshed...wrong story...
Ben and Karaly (his SO) were wearing similar mascara patterns (all around
the eye). Ben was wearing a "Beware of God" shirt; Karaly was wearing a
Jim Rose Sideshow shirt (says "FREAK" on the back). Lee was wearing a
pleasing yet subtle collection of collars, cuffs, and chains. All in all,
an odd-looking, but HARDLY over-the-top-looking group.
Karaly and Lee bought drinks from Wendy's, then came out and we talked
(at one of the tables provided in the middle of the Food Court(TM)).
Karaly's friend Lynn entered Wendy's and Karaly said, "Let's go talk to
Lynn." So we did. We walked in and sat down and talked to her. And we
watched the manager staring at us. (I think she was staring at Ben's
shirt the most...she may have been a psychochristian). We waved at her,
friendly. She yelled, "If you're not buying, GET OUT OF MY STORE!" Taken
aback a bit, Ben and I (who didn't have drinks) shrugged and amiably
departed; we were in a good mood, and didn't feel like antagonizine the
little Pink. However, as we left, we heard her say something that
included the words "looked like" and "dogs". We hesitated. The other
three ran out and Lynn told us, "She just said that you guys looked like
dogs just hit by cars!"
I was pretty sure she didn't mean that as a compliment, so I walked back
inside and confronted her. "Excuse me, but did you just say that we
looked like dogs hit by cars?" She jumped back and grabbed a phone and
started dialing. "I don't have to explain myself to you! I told you to
get out, and you didn't! That's tresspassing! I'm calling security!" I
maintained a very calm and rational voice, and repeated myself. She
repeated herself. I took two steps back (taking me out of the restaurant
and onto communal mall property) and repeated myself. She ignored me. I
tried again, then gave up in disgust and walked back to our table. When
we saw the Mall Security Guy walk up, I walked up to him and explained
exactly what happened. He took our side right away, and explained
apologetically that he couldn't actually DO anything. The only thing we
could do, the MSG said, was to file a complaint. So we walked over to the
Mall Affairs booth and started filling one out.
"Hey Karaly, could you go find out her name?" "Sure," and she walked off.
Halfway through the report, she came back. "I asked her her name and she
said, 'I don't have to give you my name! Get out of my store, freak!'"
(Yes, I included that in the complaint report.) We walked by Wendy's
again, to see if she was the only manager (since all we could say in our
report was "The manager on duty at the time"), and saw some friends. We
talked to them and explained what happened. One got really upset, walked
into Wendy's and said something along the lines of, "You kick people out
because of how they look? You suck." and walked out. While we were
talking, the manager sent a guy out to do the trash. He changed a trash
bag, then stepped closer to us (still several meters away) and said, "You
better not come in here again!" Again taken aback, we wittily replied,
"Huh?" He started talking like a retarded person, "I saib, youb beddr not
cum inn her agin!" and Ben replied in turn, "Oo-kaaai!" The guy got
pissed and started "stepping to us", saying, "What'd you say? What'd you
say?" We ignored him and he went away. We then spent the next half-hour
walking around the mall, telling everyone we thought would be friendly
what happened. Everyone was enraged at Wendy's.
Well, this is definitely Part 01 of a continuing saga...how Part 02 comes
about will depend on what the Mall does, what the BBB says when I talk to
them, and the advice I get on misc.legal. It should be interesting...
I guess it's kind of odd that this is the very first time I've ever been
thrown out of a place for being different...I'm sure it won't be the
last. I'm going to try to manipulate this through the Con's own red tape.
If that fails...wellll, looks like it'll be time for revenge the
DOWN-HOME, GOOD-OLE-YETI, PINK-SPLATTERIN' WAY!
Of course, let's hope it doesn't come to that...we DO so want to remain
civil, after all...just like good little citizens...
Reverend Pee Kitty
--
Meow!
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Subject: Re: Yeti-Discrimination at Wendy's
From: ljduchez@en.com (Lou Duchez)
In article <pkittyD832q1.3oK@netcom.com>,
pkitty@netcom.com (Purple Kitty) wrote:
> [Just an afterthought on my subject: No, this isn't calling for some
> nationwide Yeti boycott of Wendy's...I'm sure lots of stores are fun,
> great places to eat in. Just THIS one had this ONE manager who...well:]
Rev. Pee Kitty, post the name of this mall and provide a map to this
Wendy's. It should be every Sub's duty to stop in and piss off the
manager whenever we can. It should best be done in pairs: one dressed
in non-Con-approved ways, and the other dressed as a Hyoo-mon. They
should allegedly not know each other. Two choices here: the faux-human
takes the Sub's side during the shouting match; OR afterwards, he
commiserates with the manager about these damn abnormals, how they are
destroying the fabric of society, how they put things in the water and
control the implants and grow bats ...
Petty and vindictive? Damn right! But this pathetic human has broken
both the laws of SubGeniusdom and his Con masters (i.e., "make money").
Truly, this is a person who couldn't make it in *either* society. You
have to be pretty pathetic to be in that lot ...
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Subject: Re: Yeti-Discrimination at Wendy's
From: dynasor@infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
On Fri. May 5, 1995, pkitty@netcom.com told All:
pc> Oh, like I said, I'm not letting this rest! But I'm calling Wendy's
> HQ; the *BIG* guys in another state who rule the Wendy's Empire, and
> complaining BIG TIME, threatening lawsuits, etc. I know the big guys
> are willing to come down on a manager if they think the customer is
> this serious.
A suggestion. Be real sweet and apologetic. Just let them know that as
much as it pains you to have to say something, that this is after all
something they should know about. Squeaky wheels get greased, but decent
folks who've been wrongly wronged get the real treatment. You can get them
to take care of it, or you can get them to take care of you.
Try for free food BESIDES hanging the shithead's internal organs from the
ceiling fan. I bet you get it.
* 2qwk! 1.26b3 * Just sliding down the razor blade of life.
--
dynasor@infi.net The Doctor is on.
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Subject: Re: Yeti-Discrimination at Wendy's
From: pkitty@netcom.com (Purple Kitty)
Dennis McClain-Furmanski (dynasor@infi.net) wrote:
: Try for free food BESIDES hanging the shithead's internal organs from the
: ceiling fan. I bet you get it.
Shit, I'm demanding free burgers for life...WITH "BOB" AS MY WITNESS,
I'LL NEVER GO HUNGRY AGAIN!!!
Reverend Pee Kitty, the righteous martyr
--
Meow!
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Subject: Re: Yeti-Discrimination at Wendy's
From: leslucid@aol.com (LesLucid)
Yeti-Discrimination at Wendy's
>Shit, I'm demanding free burgers for life...WITH "BOB" AS
>MY WITNESS,
>I'LL NEVER GO HUNGRY AGAIN!!!
Yes, exactly. This works everywhere and I've been doing it
for many years. Every time I go to ANY restaurant I ALWAYS
complain about something, justified or not. They ALWAYS
come through with something like a discount, or a "we won't
charge for...", or a coupon, or something. I've eaten free
hundreds of times as a result of this strategy. The
customer is always right.
One time years ago, after an all-night alcospeedoweedoLSDeedo frenzy
some friends and I got the brilliant idea that we were
hungry. Half an hour later, at a "nice" place, we were
staring at plates of eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, hash-
browns, etc., and feeling really nauseous. My worst friend,
out of prison for an entire week, knew how to handle the
situation. He pulled a hair out and dropped it in the eggs.
Then he called for the manager and righteously explained,
"we're not paying for this." We all walked out with our
noses in the air, WITH THE APPROVAL OF THE MANAGER.
You can con the CON. "It's easy. All you need is.."
L.L.
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