Sequence of events:
1. Boy, I’m so “fired up” to watch the Niners vs. Green Bay bag! I could pee in my pants!
dO dO dO dO, i’M WALKING TO hOT sAUCE AND pANKO…I’m like a tadpole in my swill…Yeah, I’m in my element.
2. Oh, the door is closed!
3. Oh, there is a sign that says “CLOSED”.
4. Oh, there is another sign that says “We are closed to process game orders”.
I’M ENTITLED TO THESE WINGS.
THESE SIGNS DO NOT MEAN ANYTHING TO ME FOR I AM ABOVE REALITY…I AM A CZARINA !
HEY, THIS IS THE “LITTLE RUSSIA” DISTRICT OF RICHMOND AND I’M A CZARINA, BABY…THESE ARE MY SERFS! I OWN THEM AND THEY WILL DO MY BIDDING OR ELSE.
5. I’m opening the door to make my order.
6. Oh, I’m being told that they can’t take my order!
7. Shit! My Niner experience is ruined because of you…you bastards!
8. I’m going to get back at you…you bastards!
Wait, I have yelp. I can do Yelp. Yes, Yelp will save me…revenge is mine you bastards! You fucked up my game! I’ll show you.
Ta Da…my review! IT’S GOOD!
YOU WILL PAY!
ONE STAR!!!!!!! NO PRISONERS, AFTER ALL YOU ARE MY SERFS IN MY SERFDOM!
Don’t you think!
FOLKS, IT’S GAME DAY ON SUN 1/20… Please order ahead