Fortune Cookie Nazi Wins Battle… Game Over

I just hate craving that damned chinese food from that damned yummy place over here by the office.

I mean, I get a craving for it and I decided that, despite the fact I know that evil ass munch won’t give me the fortune cookie without a square off in the middle of the parking lot, I was going to go have me some tastey morsels of saucy goodness.

So, as usual, I go in, get my little styrofoam container, proceed to the buffet of happiness, load up my choices and go to the register to pay. I set my container on the scale, as they charge for buffet to go by the pound. This is where it the ugly gets on.

So, everything seems to be going smooth. I’m mentally preparing for the fight for the fortune cookie. I intend to win this time.

“You need sauce or fowk?” He asks me all smug like.

“Nope. But I want a Diet Pepsi.” I tell him.

“Diet Pesi” He calls out to the chick at the waitress station.

She totes it over and sets it on the counter as he rings me up.

“That be $4.62.” He tells me.

UH OH! Houston we have a problem. Diva don’t carry cash. Just something I don’t do. It’s way too easy to use my debit card to have to fool around with dollars.
This ass munch only takey the credit cawd fo ova fi dolla. Hasn’t he seen that VISA commercial that shows the world is officially going plastic???

Still yet, I try to slip it by him. I pull out my debit card with VISA logo and push it toward him.

“We only take cawd fo purchase ova fi dolla.” He reminds me.

“Look guy, I don’t have any cash. Well I have a handful of change in the bottom of my purse, but not enough.” I tell him as show him my empty wallet.

“You always can get another drink take wif you.” He tells me.

“Uh, no. You can run my card or I’ll have to leave it.” I tell him, now pissed.

“Well, I not running cawd. You get cash, come back.” He tells me.

“OK, fine.” So, I walk out the door. No lunch, no friggin fortune cookie, and definitely no balls to tell him what he could do with his no useless carton of to-go.

God Bless Taco Bell. They’ll takey my debit card for a 89 cent bean burrito.

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3 Responses to “Fortune Cookie Nazi Wins Battle… Game Over”

  1. That sucks! There are places like that still in California and it drives me crazy. Why don’t they jump on the band wagon and if they need to charge the $1.00 or so that everyone else does.

  2. Not only is Mr. Fortune Cookie Nazi being a total tool, but he’s also violating credit card law. Both Visa and Mastercard clearly state in their terms of service that merchants cannot set a minimum for charges. On Visa’s site it says, “Visa merchants are not permitted to establish minimum transaction amounts, even on sale items. They also are not permitted to charge you a fee when you want to use your Visa card.” You can view more on their site: http://usa.visa.com/about_visa/ask_visa/index.html#anchor_4

    So make sure you tell him to stick his chopsticks where the sun don’t shine next time he tries pulling this crap with you!

  3. […] learned from my collection of fortune cookies slips, I mean assuming the Fortune Cookie Nazi (FCN) caves and puts one in my little take-out […]

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