Friday, March 02, 2007
Get Up, Stand Up, Stand Up for Your Rights!
The following statements story is true. No names have been changed.
MYL diner CC had to go to Northwestern Hospital to get checked out. The editors, concerned for her well being, arrived there and were given her room number only to find she hadn't been brought up yet. So, having skipped lunch earlier in the day, they headed for "The Spice of Life" cafeteria and ordered some fried chicken and mashed potatoes. One bite alerted the food editor (FE) that the chicken was undercooked and that the warming lights were innefective - this was obviously half-baked (er, half-fried) chicken that had spent two too many hours sitting around unheated. The manager was summoned and informed that the FE expected better from a hospital cafeteria than to undercook the most dangerous food on the menu this side of peanut butter. He stuck his thumbs in and about the chicken (!), agreed with the FE, then fled the scene! He returned five minutes later (during which time the editors had been paged) with another plate of chicken (reheated from what was on display?) and mashed potatoes with gravy all over them, though the editors did not have gravy on their originals. The manager was informed of this fact, that the editors' sick friend was awaiting them and that if they couldn't get a refund in the next two minutes they were leaving. "Security!" shouted out the manager. The editors were momentarily stunned, then they collectively lost it. "You're calling security on us?!" they yelled. Now it was the managers turn to be stunned, but soon he sized up the situation and said "oh no, no, I mean..." We're not really sure what he meant because we angrily snarled "forget it" and left, not to eat again until Long John Silvers at 9:30 PM.
Monz ate his thoroughly barbequed chicken on a french roll with banana and apple at the proper time. (Interestingly, the attorney working next door to the editors was in Waukegan today, somewhat disdainful of the CSC but intrigued by Horsefeathers and wanting to know who the Beatle was [we lamely guessed Harrison wishing that Monz was here to set the record straight!]
The following statements story is true. No names have been changed.
MYL diner CC had to go to Northwestern Hospital to get checked out. The editors, concerned for her well being, arrived there and were given her room number only to find she hadn't been brought up yet. So, having skipped lunch earlier in the day, they headed for "The Spice of Life" cafeteria and ordered some fried chicken and mashed potatoes. One bite alerted the food editor (FE) that the chicken was undercooked and that the warming lights were innefective - this was obviously half-baked (er, half-fried) chicken that had spent two too many hours sitting around unheated. The manager was summoned and informed that the FE expected better from a hospital cafeteria than to undercook the most dangerous food on the menu this side of peanut butter. He stuck his thumbs in and about the chicken (!), agreed with the FE, then fled the scene! He returned five minutes later (during which time the editors had been paged) with another plate of chicken (reheated from what was on display?) and mashed potatoes with gravy all over them, though the editors did not have gravy on their originals. The manager was informed of this fact, that the editors' sick friend was awaiting them and that if they couldn't get a refund in the next two minutes they were leaving. "Security!" shouted out the manager. The editors were momentarily stunned, then they collectively lost it. "You're calling security on us?!" they yelled. Now it was the managers turn to be stunned, but soon he sized up the situation and said "oh no, no, I mean..." We're not really sure what he meant because we angrily snarled "forget it" and left, not to eat again until Long John Silvers at 9:30 PM.
Monz ate his thoroughly barbequed chicken on a french roll with banana and apple at the proper time. (Interestingly, the attorney working next door to the editors was in Waukegan today, somewhat disdainful of the CSC but intrigued by Horsefeathers and wanting to know who the Beatle was [we lamely guessed Harrison wishing that Monz was here to set the record straight!]
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