Did you know you’re an a-hole?
Chris here with a fun story about how you, yes you, became an a-hole without lifting a finger.
Let me explain…
The other day, my daughter Calista (you’ve seen her behind the bar or serving you at your table) let me know that there was a review on Yelp that was bad. I kind of laughed and said, “What did it say?”.
She replied, “It’s just bad”.
In my typical nonchalant fashion, I simply replied “Hmm. Ok” and grabbed my phone to see it for myself.
After hitting our Yelp page and scrolling down a bit, I found the review.
I had to read it a few times to see if I read it correctly because it was just short of a literary masterpiece.
Short. Succinct. To the point.
After reading it for the 3rd time, the only reaction I could muster up:
(Not an actual picture of me)
Like I was legit stunned. I couldn’t believe someone actually took the time (all 22 seconds) to write this review.
Not only did she disparage Rockpit (to which, I don’t care), but she managed to disparage you as well.
Here, see for yourself.
So, there you go… According to Angela, you’re an a-hole if you come to Rockpit.
I know… Don’t be shocked. If you never knew this about yourself, now you do. And knowing is half the battle.
Of course, I’m only kidding. I obviously love everyone that walks through the door.
I think what she REALLY meant to say that the owner, Chris, is an a-hole (even though we didn’t meet)
Also, is it wrong that I read the first line of her review and thought of the “You eat pieces of sh** for breakfast?” line from Happy Gilmore? (Here’s the video for those who haven’t see it)
I was tempted to reply “What other pieces of garbage have you been hanging with?” but I chose to leave it alone.
Until next week!
Update: Now our mug club members affectionately refer to themselves as “a-holes” or AH when checking into RockPit on Facebook.
Thanks again, Angela.