A-Hole of the Week

Vinny Vincenz on 1st ave has one of my favorite lunch specials. A slice of their awesome plain pizza and a salad or soup of the day for $5.

I was enjoying my lunch special when a patron sat down with two slices and a soda. An employee walked over to him and informed him...

Employee: Sir, you accidently gave me the wrong amount.
A-Hole: What? No I didn't.
Emp: You gave me $4.50, two slices and a soda is $5.75
A-Hole: WHAT? Are you serious? The sign outside says the lunch special is 2 slices and a soda for $4.50.
Emp: I don't think so sir, we've never had that before.
A-Hole: Oh so the prices have gone up, I'm not going to come back here. It's on the sign, I read it when I walked in.

(Emp walks outside and checks sign)

Emp: I'm sorry sir, there's no special like that.
A-Hole: I'm not going to come back here, this is ridiculous.
Emp: Don't worry about it, just remember for next time.
A-Hole: NO! You want to raise prices? I put .75 cents in the tip jar. Take that out and I'll get the rest. Take it out of the tip jar!

(A-Hole walks to tip jar, takes out money and hands it to him. Sits down then gives me a look like: Can you believe these guys?!)

I refrained from delivering a smart rymark... With the hope that one day I might randomly have the opportunity to be a guest in his house, proceed to the bathroom and hit an Upper Decker. If you don't know what an Upper Decker is, it's something reserved for A-Hole's like that.

PONG!

Reconnected

The weather on Sunday was pretty bad. It was the type of day where you stay inside and eat hot food in your sweats and hoodie. Well I was definitely rocking the latter at 3:45pm on my way to Sullivan st for improv practice. I get a text message and quickly respond before I pay the cab driver. I'm early, so I hit the Peanut Butter & Co.

I order:
The Elvis
A grilled peanut Butter sandwich, stuffed with bananas and honey. Try it with bacon for that extra indulgence. Long live the King!

I obviously got it with bacon. And a big ass glass of milk. Time Check. Wait, where's my phone? I don't feel them in my sweats... Frack me. Wow. It fell out of my pocket, in the cab.

Fast Forward >>> Monday morning: I still can't get in touch with my phone. I leave my apartment, try again in the afternoon and it goes straight to voicemail. Battery must be dead. Peace out. I stop at the 770 office to use a phone to call Verizon. An hour and a half later I've been Swingled into a new Blackberry 8703e.

45 seconds after I hangup with Verizon, my little brother IMs me.

SeanWillard2: Did you get my message?
EspioRyan: (as I check my voicemail) No, my phone's dead. I don't hear a voicemail from you. What's up?
SeanWillard2: No, on your instant messenger (in my apt)... It said I called your phone and talked to the cab driver, here's his number...

How's that for timing. What would you do? I personally love a good 'coincidence'. I say go with the flow; follow the path that's been so simply laid out for you.

I've been disconnected for about 36 hours. Being unplugged has given me some time to do some thinking while not worrying about communicating. It holds a certain freedom I hope to continue to exercise after my brand new Crackberry officially jacks me into the Matrix.

If I had my phone right now I'd be talking to my friend DL in Cali about an idea I have about an idea we have. But I can't, so I'm writing stuff instead. Going with the flow.

A change of pace is always fun on a Monday. It sets up an interesting week.