Re: THE TRUE STORY

El Whappo wrote:

>I was there and I'll tell you exactly what actually happened.
>
>I was sitting at the bar waiting for a table, the place was packed, and MB
>(who wrote the original) walked in. He was with a girl who was a bit
>overweight and four friends. I ask the owner of the restaurant as well as
>an ok club in town, is a friend of mine and whispers over to me "Oh, I
>always forget this guys name and he's always so nice to me." The Barmaid,
>beautiful young girl, says "He's cocky and he only leaves a 5% tip and he
>acts bigger then he is." and the bartender said "oh shoo, he's a customer,
>we have to be nice to all of them."
>
>Anyway MB did come in about five minutes beforeNow that is funny!!! 12 and his table is ready
>except for a few half full water glasses still on it (as well as a couple
>unused salad forks). The place is packed, and their table (I don't know if
>it was table 11 or not) is off to the side of the center (definitely not the
>best table in the place, but close enough to the bathroom and can see the
>people in the center of the place). MB asks if his table is ready, and he's
>trying to act important, but it doesn't show through his inexpensive attire
>and nervous demeanor. The Hostess tells him that she's sorry but they are
>very busy, but if he could wait a minute they would prepare it. MB
>sheepishly says "No problem" but the overweight girl glares at him really
>angrily and says "I don't care how busy they are, my feet hurt, they should
>have had our table ready." "I know dear." he said compliantly to her. She
>continued to complain and he kept taking her complaints as if he was used to
>it.
>
>Then the Starter came in. He went up to the hostess and said "I'm sorry
>we're late, we had a reservation for 11:30 but we got tied up. I know you
>guys are packed but is there any way you could fit us in?"
>
>The Hostess asked his name and said "I'm sorry we are really packed today,
>if I had a space I'd help you, but we are just too packed, I'm sorry."
>
>At which point a guy at the bar said "HEY! MR. BASKETBALL!!!!" and waved to
>him. He waved and grinned at the person.
>
>MB was obviously nervous when this group of black people came in and stood
>next to him, but after hearing he was a basket ball player he looked up at
>the guy and gave a big smile and nod. He was still obviously nervous.
>
>His wife/girlfriend I'm not sure, pointed to the table which was being
>cleared and nicely asked the hostess "what about that table?"
>
>"That is being cleared now for these people."
>
>The owner came up, not wanting to offend any customers, let alone this
>celebrity and said "Oh, its great that you chose to dine here, I'll tell you
>what, how about if I give you drinks on the house in case an opening comes
>up soon?"
>
>MB butted in trying to get the attention of the owner and said "Hi Don. How
>are you."
>
>The owner confused at the interruption smiled to MB and said "Hi." and then
>back to Mr. NBA and said "How would that be?"
>
>The NBA star said "Thanks but we are really hungry we'll find someplace.
>Now that I see how packed it is here I'm going to have to come back sometime
>and try the food. Thanks for your help." and left.
>
>The hostess came to get MB and his group to their table. His
>wife/girlfriend said "About Time!" (it was only like a five minute wait for
>some excellent food) and they started to go off.
>
>MB turned to the owner and said "Oh if that guy was giving you trouble you
>should have told me, I would have taken him out in the parking lot and
>taught him a thing or two." a couple guys at the bar who overheard MB talk
>big started laughing when they saw him vs. the built NBA star who was just
>in.
>
>"No problem sir, enjoy your meal." said the owner
>
>"Get over here! I'm hungry stop wasting time!" said MBs wife.
>
>"Sorry dear." said MB and walked awkwardly to the table.
>
>
>AND THAT my friends is how it really happened. (of course I left out the
>part about him smiling at me when we were both at the Urinal at the same
>time, but that I'd rather keep to myself.)
>
>"The Magnificent Bastard!" <(E-Mail Removed)> wrote in
>message news:(E-Mail Removed)...
>
>
>>I had brunch/lunch reservations at this hot little restaurant today.
>>The guy who owns the place is a friend of mine, he owns a couple other
>>restaurants and a nice club in town too. So anyway, I called last week
>>and got a reservation for today at Noon. Whenever I go to this place,
>>they always reserve one of the large tables in the main dining room for
>>me....partly because I'm friends with the owner, partly because I treat
>>the staff well (leave big tips).
>>
>>So anyway I get there right at Noon and say hello to the owner. He
>>tells the hostess to seat us at table 11, which is one of the larger
>>tables in the center of the dining room (I'm with 5 other people).
>>Before we start to head to our table, I see someone I know and we chat
>>for a couple minutes. Whilst my chat is going on, an NBA player
>>(starter, but not all that good, really) comes in with his posse and a
>>couple of chicks. Apparently he had a reservation at 11 AM.......so he
>>was a little over an hour late and showed up with 8 people when his
>>reservation was for 5 people. He's being sort of loud, acting really
>>cocky when they tell him he might have to wait a bit as they try to find
>>a table to accomodate his party...they are really going out of their way
>>for him because the place is packed. He starts in about how they need
>>to find him a table right now, he's not waiting, I'm an NBA player,
>>blah, blah, blah. So he spots the table that has been reserved for me,
>>points at it and says "Yo, I'll take that table. Just pull up a couple
>>extra chairs". The hostess tells him that the table is reserved and
>>that she is about to seat the people it is reserved for. He pulls out a
>>$100 and says "Yo, I said gimme that table, now lets do this".
>>
>>The owner sees what is going on and offers to buy Mr. NBA and his crew a
>>drink in the bar while they wait. Mr. NBA is having none of it,
>>saying that he should be seated immediately. The owner again explains
>>that the table is reserved....at which point we walk directly past
>>them with the hostess. Mr. NBA gets all upset and starts demanding that
>>he be seated. As I walk past him, I smile at him and say "Hi, how ya
>>doin'?". He gets enraged and demands to know who I am. I tell him I'm
>>the guy who is going to be seated at the open table. One of his posse
>>steps in front of us and tells me I better show some respect. I offer
>>to discuss the matter further out in the parking lot if he so desires.
>>At this point the owner pulled Mr. NBA to the side and told him if he
>>didn't leave immediately, he was going to call the police. After a few
>>mumbled curses, Mr. NBA and his posse leave.
>>
>>BTW, lunch was excellent....
>>
>>--
>>Copyright © Magnificent Bastard Productions 2003. All rights reserved.
>>
>>http://www.magnificentbastardproductions.com/
>>
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Now that is funny!

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