Yeah, no kidding. I mean, we had like 6 people sitting round a table, not being loud, not doing anything out of the ordinary. We had no money out on the table, we were simply playing cards...yet he decides to morph from a bald white man into an The Great Abominable Asshole.
Honestly, "Where Friends Meet". More like, "Where You Can Only Step Foot Inside If You Agree To Give Me Your Money". When the fuck did courthouse change? Especially when, like Trout said, there is NO other chair occupied in the entire place. None! There was no one on the couches. The other tables had no one at them. The counter held no one. The rockers were empty. The long table thing was deserted. Of course, we were taking up 6 of his precious chairs. What if a big ass group of coffee-drinkers wanted those 6 chairs? And they decided to take their business to the other coffee shops in town because we were in those 6 chairs... That would have been devastating to business...I mean, what if they left and went to HIS OTHER FUCKING STORE? That'd blow some cock. And then what if there were people in there playing checkers!? What the fuck then? Where would people sit to enjoy their coffee? Certainly not in the 6 chairs that we were occupying...
What a cock. Because one of us had a drink from somewhere else, he told us to "go in their place of business to play cards." He approached us asking if any of us were regular customers. We nearly all replied saying that we've bought quite a bit in the past...yet he decides that the past is not enough, he wants our money now. I hate Courthouse Coffee with a passion. I hate it. Where Friends Meet? Not any-fucking-more.
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