Several years ago when my kids were younger, my wife and I stopped at a small Mexican restaurant in Long Beach. We went in, sat down and ordered our food. I should have had a clue since there was no one else in the restaurant. The service was lousy and the attitude was crappy. The food was brought to our table and then the real ordeal began. I'm not sure if this stuff could legally be called food but whatever it was, it was inedible.
The food was so bad the kids were crying, my wife was angry and I just could not and would not eat it. we got up and headed toward the door and suddenly all the bus boys, cooks and the manager walked toward me, staring me down, they looked loked they wanted to fight. I couldn't figure it out. I stared back and asked them what the F**k they were looking at but I got no response. we walked out got in the car. All the restaurant employees walked out the door and it looked like they were going to rush the car. I still did not know what was going on. We left. Driving down the road all I could do was complain about what a waste of my money that meal was. Finally my wife asked "Well, how much was it? I turned as red as a beet and said Oh Sh*t, I forgot to pay! Suddenly it all became clear.
