Check out these tubs of high cholesterol and sex appeal, who decided their Monday afternoon would be best spent doing this:
Look, I don’t know what these chodemuffins are really upset about, but normal, productive members of society who aren’t complete douchecanoes for sport don’t generally spend more on a giant sign proclaiming “I GOT SICK AT 110 GRILL” than it would cost to grab lunch at the joint to sit outside in full view of oncoming traffic on a Monday during working hours. Foodborne illness is much more effectively dealt with through avenues like the board of health, maybe. Or even litigation. Makes me think you in fact did not get sick at 110 Grill, Tony Baloney.
Makes me think you might just be a disgruntled asshole with too much time on your hands, perhaps. Seriously, how much did that sign cost? If we’re to believe you here, this just doesn’t seem practical or effective at all.
Picketing outside a location all day and shouting things like “get the fahk outta heah” when confronted to being a massive dick is definitely a last ditch resort – have Tony Balony and his Beefaroni Boys ever heard of Yelp?
Whatever they’re mad about, the guy filming is correct – the owners and management of the location aren’t going to suffer as much as the waitstaff are. And the fact that throughout the entire exchange the cockknob crew can come up with no better defense than “This fat fuck can do what he wants”, is pretty telling if you ask me.
I don’t know the validity of the statement, but someone in the comments did offer up a more plausible explanation:
Hmm. It’s purely speculation right now, but something has to grind their gears enough to pull them away from a typical afternoon of Coors Light drafts and Keno.
So if anyone knows who Tony Baloney and his Beefaroni Boys are, could you tell them to drop us a line? I’m dying to know what prompted them to spend their scratch ticket and Maverick Red 100s money on that sign, and a whole afternoon standing beside it. Honestly, anything BUT getting sick from the food will do. Because if you get to this level of spiteful trolling over some bad clams, I’d hate to see what you do to the girl at Dunk’s who gets your coffee order wrong.