sinicalypse wrote:
this reminds me of the poor misguided kids who botched up the "clark & belmont" namedrop back in the day (cuz shopping at the alley was currency that bought you some instant coolness. it's like the eclectics once sang: it's the center of the universe-- and hey while i'm tangenting who can forget the undercover cops who used to hang out around there and tried to tempt the suburban kiddies into 'buying weed' and do a big ostentatious setup when it was like "dude, i wasn't even looking for anything you're the one following us around all 'come on guys!' nonstop")
Fuck that Dunkin' Donuts. They have some asswipe "guarding" the parking lot and they do their own private booting of cars.
This happened to me a few years back. I had already been out of the speaker business for awhile, but one of my old customers got ahold of me and asked me to work on his equipment. He's a Jamaican dude named Craig from about 8700 South and he has a reggae sound system. I did the work but he didn't have all the money. He's a good guy so I let him slide and just told him to call me when he had the rest of it. So one Friday night he calls and says he's going to be up on the North side and he would bring the money so I could meet him. I was going out to dinner in Lakeview so I suggested meeting at the Dunkin' Donuts at Belmont and Clark.
I got there first and I didn't just want to camp in the parking lot so I went in and bought a milkshake. It was a warm night and I'm sitting out there waiting for Craig sipping my milkshake. Finally he shows up with three other Jamaicans in a shitty car. I go over to him and we exchanged pleasantries and he handed me the cash he owed me. All of a sudden, this little sawed-off asshole comes storming up all red in the face and starts motherfucking me and telling me to get out of "his" parking lot. I said, "Who the fuck are you?" He starts going on like some kind of lunatic ranting and raving about a drug deal. I was incredulous. All the stupid shit that has gone on in that parking lot over the years and here's this jerk-off busting the balls of a 40 year old guy who is actually a paying customer. I told him I was a customer and to call the fucking cops because I don't talk to douchebag security guards. But Craig prevailed upon me to just let it go. Those guys probably had weed in their car. So I walked over to my car to leave. On the way I dumped the milkshake in the parking lot and told the guy he now had some real work he could do instead of hassling customers. "Clean it up, motherfucker."
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