CAforkedhorn
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So I take the wifey to Bakersfield for an exam she has to take at Bakersfield College for the nursing program. Bako is about and hour south of where I live and we had to be there early so I had to get up early which made me a little grumpy. So I have no idea how long this test is gonna take her so I sit in the car in the BC parking lot waiting for her. She finally gets done about 3 1/2 hours later and I am starving and she is as well and we are both thinkin' mexican food. Well to me Bako is pretty much a shyt hole, so I don't get down there very often, so I figure if I drive around a while I will find a mexican joint for lunch. Well after driving for like 20 minutes, we decide to go to the aquarium store first cause we need some stuff for the reef tank and we figure we could ask Dr. Dee where there is a mexican restaraunt. We get our stuff and Dr. Dee says the closest place is a place called Mexicali West about a mile or so away. So we pull up to Mexicali West, and from the outside it looks like one step up from Taco Bell, but what the hell we're hungry. So we walk in, and are immediately gazed upon like we are complete social outcasts and the homo dude asks if he can help us. I say, "How about a table for two." He says, "I'll be right back sir." So I'm looking around while waiting and notice that there is more elderly people there eating than younger folks like us, but I chalk it up to retirees having lunch, and figure most younger folks would be working. Anyway, this dude comes out, and he's prolly a fairy too but he says ver loudly "Sir we have a dress code here and we don't allow tank tops, and if you want to eat here you'll have to put on one of our shirts over your tank top." Well now after he pretty much yells all of this, the whole restaraunt is staring at us. My mind works very fast shuffling all of my options here, and like a slot machine it stops on KICK DUDES ASS. My wife, having been married to me for almost 15 years knows exactly where my slot machine has stopped and quickly grabs my arm. She knows I am not particularly fond of homos and especially a homo that would embarass me in front of all those people. Luckily she's about the only person on this planet who can control me and she turns me around and we head for the door. She turns back and makes dude tell her where another restaraunt might be and we leave. Now I've been to a few fancy restauraunts in my day and the ones I've been to actually look fancy on the outside. If I would have driven up to that place and thought for one second it was an upper scale restaraunt, I would have never got out of the car. But that place doesn't look fancy at all, and like I said maybe one step up from Taco Bell. I also thought, good God this place must be raking in the dough, to be turning people's money away in this economy. If that dude would have came up to me and QUIETLY told us of their "dress code", I would have not had a problem and left quietly. But no he had to draw everyone's attention to us. Have any of you Bako boys ever eaten there? What the hell do they have, Tacos Flambet or Chalupas and caviar or something.
Just venting!
Piper, how's your period?
Zigga, it's past your bedtime!
Hdude, Jose needs a yob!
Just venting!
Piper, how's your period?
Zigga, it's past your bedtime!
Hdude, Jose needs a yob!
