I've recounted the tale a few times of the lady who I saw once at a McDonald's (and whom I was behind in line) raising a stink for 15 minutes because she wanted them to customize her order (what is this, Burger King?).
The experience brought to mind the scene from "Dutch". In it, Dutch and his girlfriend's snotty rich boarding school kid, who I will henceforth call "Snot", were having dinner at a soup kitchen. Before eating, Snot meticulously wiped each of his plastic utensils with handi-wipes, and carefully unfolded his paper napkin before snapping it in the air and gently placing it on his lap, all of this much to the chagrin of Dutch.
Said Dutch, "would you like to see the wine list?"
Well, if that lady ever goes back, she can!
(Personally, I think the pairings were too hoity-toity. They should have only looked at box wines.)
Maybe now this will be a more common occurrence:
But hopefully not this:
The experience brought to mind the scene from "Dutch". In it, Dutch and his girlfriend's snotty rich boarding school kid, who I will henceforth call "Snot", were having dinner at a soup kitchen. Before eating, Snot meticulously wiped each of his plastic utensils with handi-wipes, and carefully unfolded his paper napkin before snapping it in the air and gently placing it on his lap, all of this much to the chagrin of Dutch.
Said Dutch, "would you like to see the wine list?"
Well, if that lady ever goes back, she can!
(Personally, I think the pairings were too hoity-toity. They should have only looked at box wines.)
Maybe now this will be a more common occurrence:
But hopefully not this:
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