Countdown L.A. is back after a lengthy break to prepare for the holiday ahead. I’ll be doing a running diary of my first Thanksgiving with Mrs. Countdown L.A.
Looked at my site stats today and noticed that I got one view from someone searching for “Barack Obama in a bickini[sic].”
First, thank you loyal reader. Your support of me is almost as touching as your desire to see our 43rd president in a bikini.
Second, this is the best I could find.
Third, if I knew that was all it took to get readers in here I would have started this a long time ago.
Waitressing: So easy a caveman could do it.
Has the world economy gotten so bad that monkeys are now taking the jobs of blue-blooded humans?
This has completely reenergized my theory that one day monkeys will take over our commercial sector and de-facto enslave us with their high prices and insistence that we pay them in fresh fruit.
My favorite line from the CNN Video: “Health inspectors gave this the green light as long as the monkeys wear clothes…”
“So you got monkeys workin’ for ya now?”
“Yeah.”
“These things. They throw crap. Masturbate without conscience. Pick bugs out of each others hair. And you have them serving food and drink?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, throw an apron on ‘em and give us fifty bucks and we’ll call this a day.”
Reserved: Special Circle in Hell
This is a series I hope to keep going over the next year. Its for people, places in things that disgust Countdown L.A. so much that I believe there is a special circle of hell waiting for them. One that the bible doesn’t even talk about. One that the Rev. Jeremiah Wright wouldn’t even wish upon his worst “America.” The Hell that Hitler and Stalin weren’t even invited to.
This Week’s Story:
Went to a restaurant with Mrs. Countdown over the weekend. Won’t say what it was.
We get inside. Very quaint pizza place. For a joint located near Duke it wasn’t half bad. When the menus arrived at the table I was surprised by the economically priced pizza.
Good prices. $10 for a large pizza! $2 for pepperoni! $2 for garlic knots! Food was amazing.
We enjoy our delicious moderately priced meal and wait for our check to arrive. When it came I was stunned.
Good prices. $12.50 for a large pizza? $2.50 for pepperoni!? $3 for garlic knots? $2.50 for my DRINK?!!
I’m no a-hole. I rarely argue my check. In fact, I let most service related mistakes go by the way side and let karma sort it out. I’m sure I’ve gotten the upper-hand a time or two. And you can bet your ass if I found a bag with a dollar sign on it I would be racing to the Apple Store and not the police station.
But this was no mistake. I had been hoodwinked! I called the waitress over and she says they have warnings on the menu that say, prices subject to change, not responsible for typographical errors.
Okay…now I was pissed. This was no typographical error. Fresh Friend Chicken that was your typographical error. Every price on my check was considerably different than what the menu said.
I felt like I was in The Italian Job without the pleasure of meeting Mos Def and Marky Mark.
Seeing my growing anger, Mrs. Countdown graciously offered to pay in an effort to calm me down. But this wasn’t about money. Principal was involved here.
Long story, short: I burnt the place to the ground.
For those of you that care.
My fantasy football team improved to 4-8 this week. Not impressive but I only won 3 games last year. Rebuilding!
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