Truth Through Humilumation

I was just at some well-known Canadian pizza-shop here in town__after a few hours of shopping and feeling a touch run-down; when wouldn't you know it, out of the blue, Little Baby Jesus was insulted, and, for no apparent real reason__by the propriter! I'm just saying, but, Christ AlMighty can see a law-suit pending in the near future. On that legal-matter however, all i will say for sure is: If this were an Amercian city, this chain-establishment's Ass would be held accountable to Me for meny Millions!



Now it may be some sort of adnormality for me, but, when i walk into a restraunt for a quick nosh, it has always been coustomary to use the facilities and wash my hands. So you can imanigan my supprise when i was told the rest-room was out-of-order, when it was clear the establishment was open for buisness. I mean: How can one run a sit-down family eatery, and have no place for cliants to take care of toiletry-needs? It doesn't make any sense!

Being the gentel'man i am however, i mearly conversed my dismay at the situation, and, quickly left. My departure was not permitted to occur until i had been properly informed, or, suggestions had been made anyway that: "meny people use the facilities and leave it in a mess"; which had me thinking the toilet wasn't out-of-order at all, but, that perhaps the propritor was. I have had worse near-accidents in my long life; that i knew i could and did on this occaision__go releave myself in a corner of the nearest public ally-way. And since i really was hungry, it wasn't all that far to go back to the restraunt; which incidently was still in the direction of my eventual return home anyway.



Without question the little Shop-keep was suprized to se me again; though he still failed to be anyway aprichiative, since not only am i normally a big-eater__especially when encourraged by a polite kitchen-staff, but, the Dude was also just as obnoxious, and, rude as he had been minutes before. Why i do declair...it was almost as if it was a bother for him to take my order at all; which quite frankly makes it somewhat easier to understand why the place was so empty. The intresting thing we will note here is: In spite of the fact that my/Presents apparently was too un-trustworthy for me to be permitted usage of the toilet facilities, i was good enough not only to be served food, but, without even being asked if it was for take-out, allowed to sit at a table Hummm

So i'm eating my meal, see! I'm not paying all that much attention to what's going on around me, and, the hot-dog and fries i was having just wasn't all that significant; that i believed there would be reason for the experiance to hold any special memories__then, or, at any other time.
How could i be so wrong..?

Here it is, Smacked in the face...as Little Baby Jesus tries so innocently to enjoy a quiet, lazy nosh>>>some Dude comming out ot the facilities, and, he didn't work there eather, i know! This guy exiting the toilet-facilities was rather rude, and stand-offish__when i engauged in conversation with him; as to learn of his athority having bathroom usage over mine: though at least on my part the quirrery was much more civil __than that was the responce of this Mexican, or, maybe Colombian imagrant; who took on the personality as though i had no right to be in this FucKing country__neather he or the propritor had the good-fortune to be born in/like me in the first place The Shot-nosed Little-ShiT's Huh!


Well somehow i managed to eat my little meal__in spite of the anger, rage, and contempt swelling-up with'inside/Me! I contained myself, and did not immeadeatly asure the Muslim Shop-keep i could bring all/This to an end for such lies, and in ways he would understand within the first Sixty (60) or-so words spewn through mine/Lips; though i would resurve my out-rage once departing later from the premises. Before i left however, i realized one of the coustomers was a young-man who works blocks away at a big-chain grocery-store, as a bag-boy, which does almost question how exactly good was this stuff they were serving anyway__that he would travle such lengths to get him some of those eats, and of course, was my under-be'wilderment with itums served...well was this on my part more to do with the intelectual-aspects of the all-too human, moral, and even spiritual-situation, i perhaps all too often believe myself immersed in? BTW That's pritty-good, bc, i seldom wrap things up like that; with three (3) words in one sentance..."a Human, Moral & Spiritual-SITUATION" that-is.

Anyway, i told the boy that he should pay attention, because, he was about to witness something probably his grandchildren would one day learn about, and, waited at the door for the owner to return to his front-counter. WE d0n't know what the guy was doing back there, as, i had to wait for at least a full minute (Sixty (60) seconds, and, then he only returned to sight because some new coustomers had arrived and the door-bell brought his attention. I d0n't know if the cliant was still there though; who had earlier used The/CAN, though he probably was since he did sit-down, but, could actually have been only waiting for a take-out order. Anyway, i didn't notice, and, he was so rude to me, we will remember; so why would i have cared, right?
But alas, there is no need to dwell upon this subject, and, it can be viewed as simply "a day in the life" sort-of-thing. But there is no doubt that were i a meaner, more agressive Little-christ, i could give those kinds of people__who insult me on a daily baises, a legal ass-kicking through The-courts, that upon their exit from the Establishments they have been tried, and, probably convicted in, they would have been taught that in some cases i can be not only their Lord, but Yea even their Master Ay Bitch'es!



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