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Hey,
This won't be my usual hilarious post, 'cause I'm extremely annoyed about this last night.

Normally I don't name names of the places I complain about (OK, sometimes I do), but this is so infuriating that I will.  THE WELLINGTON DINER - NEVER GO THERE!  It's on Wellington near a street called Clarendon.  Let me tell you what happened last night: I was out with my wife, and she had some meeting nearby at 7:30.  After we ate, she left, and I figured I'd wait there for her, watch baseball and have a beer.  Now, as some of you know, I've had a cerebral hemorrhage years ago.  I never really talked about it before because I didn't want any special treatment - positive or negative - from others.  Then a few years ago I gave up on that, and I cut my hair short to reveal the scar on the back of my head, started to talk about it more, etc...

So the waitress named MARIA at the WELLINGTON DINER refused to serve me the beer I needed (yeah, needed) to watch baseball.  When I asked why (I figured maybe the keg was dry or something), she's like, "I think you've had enough."  The fucking bitch!  I was just there for a goddamn hour with my wife drinking water!  What the hell are you thinking!?  What basis do you have not to serve me?  Cause I was sorta weaving and slurring some words?  Guess what the side effects are for an operation like this?  Yeah, balance and speech problems!  So before you make these idiotic assumptions, get a fucking clue!  Besides, you know that old expression about assuming things: "Make yourself look like a bitch and humiliate others?"  Something like that...

beijos