Tuesday, September 06, 2011
My Mom. Defender of Tim Hortons staff everywhere.
"Is anyone going to ^%$(*&^*%$ serve me?" He yelled. Everyone looked at him. "This has got to be the worst &%#$@% Tim Hortons in the city!" He screamed. My Mom had sat down by the window with her friend and being my Mom she could not just sit there and uhh, let the guy make an ass of himself. She had to help.
"No it isn't!" she yelled. "This is a great Tim Hortons! The service is excellent!"
The guy looked at her and told her to "No one's talking to you lady, butt out and mind your own business!"
To which she said "Yes it is, what you said was wrong, and you're the one yelling at everyone in here, you could be talking to me"
"Well I'm not talking to you! This is none of your &$%*&% business!" (again with the potty mouth)
At which point my Mom said: "It's everyone's business. You're screaming like an A-hole!"
She actually said Letter "A" plus "Hole"... Then he said:
"No lady I'm a F@cking A$$hole!!"
"Is that how you talk to a 64 year old lady!" My Mom said.
"That's how I talk to 64 year old ladies who don't mind their own f@cking business! F%$# this I'm leaving!"
Then my Mom gave him the finger. She has this thing where she checks her hand to make sure she has the right one because sometimes she uses her index finger to give people the finger by mistake.
So the guy goes outside and gets in his red sports car and slams the door and looks at her through the window, revving the engine. He is parked right in front.. And my Mom notices and yells:
"HEY! He's parked in the HANDICAPPED SPACE!" and the guy tore out of there.
My Mom.. Protector of the Tim Horton's Universe.
I take after my Dad....