“You came to my house unannounced ten o’clock at night.”
Call the Cops.
I can understand the restaurant manager’s dismay and his rushing out to replace the order.
They have a big investment they wanted to protect.
But of course he went abut it the wrong way.
“I was scared. I was scared. I’ve seen horror movies,”
Bwahahaha!
“Hello, this is [inaudible name], the manager of La Porchetta. I am outside your door. I want to speak to you about your Yelp review,” the heavily accented Middle Eastern voice said.
I guess she does not mind confronting people on social media but melts like a typical snowflake when she has to confront them face-to-face.
My first thought was he was an immigrant. He was trying to intimidate her.
Good situational awareness. Now, get a permit and then a pistol and learn to use it.
Thanks for posting the link for additional information.
I don’t know...he might’ve brought “some fava beans and a nice chianti.”
You just never know now days.
Several years ago, I was awakened when my doorbell rang at 2 AM. I was terrified—could it be an intruder or a junkie? Or worse, could it be a cop bringing me bad news about my elderly parents?
Without turning on the lights, I crept to the front door to look out the peephole, making sure my Mannlicher-Carcano was handy in case of real trouble. When I looked out, I saw a colleague of mine walking away. Turned out he just wanted to drop something off, and he just happened to pick the wee hours to do so.
The next day, I wrote him a letter (he didn’t have e-mail) chewing him out for dropping in when he did—and he was surprised that I was so angry. Apparently, in the Bohemian lifestyle which he led, dropping in unannounced at any hour was no big deal.
Incidentally, he was once on FR with the screen name “Godless Bolshevik,” or something similar, which reflected his actual worldview. He was quickly zotted, for some strange reason.
The manager should have called first. That’s always the protocol.
Some people just have no sense of humor.
So have I.
The only people who survive are the girl who is a virgin and the guy with the best hair.
“”Two phone calls came. I sent them both to voicemail and when I finally listened to the message he was saying he was outside my door to talk about the Yelp review.” “
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The argument that they were at her door with a replacement order is specious. They had her phone number. They could have called first (albeit the next morning, not at 10pm). There was no VM pertaining to “replacement order.” Otherwise it would be in a police report and clearly outlined in her rather-detailed account. No one sets out to order food in the middle of a blackout and instigate a confrontation, particularly a single black woman living alone in an apartment complex.
I recently had a confrontation with a manager at Red Robin over a similarly-disgusting facsimile of a burger. This manager followed me outside, berating me all the way, nearly instigating a physical confrontation himself had I not continued to walk away of my own accord (yes, I CC).
The persecution of customers for their opinions is a new paradigm in the customer satisfaction experience, without regard for anything pertaining to the ethnicity of the restaurant manager/owners.
There is no defense for this restaurant manager’s actions and some of the comments here are truly disturbing in that respect.