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Now that it’s been a couple days and I don’t feel like murdering anybody. I can explain what went down last Friday.

We went to A&J because we were in the mood for Chinese noodles and wanted something different than Pot Sticker King. Avery suggested something in Cupertino Village, so I suggested A&J, since when I went there last summer, their service was tolerable. Before that, I hadn’t gone there for years because of how rude their servers are. For those that don’t know, A&J is known for good noodles, and notorious for terrible service, even for Chinese restaurant standards. When we got there, there was a wait, so I put “Judy 3″ down on the waitlist clipboard after ~10 other uncrossed parties. As I waited, I watched people come in, seeing if they actually put their name down on the board. I saw a family of three come in and observed them putting their name down.

Somebody next to the front door called to me; it turned out an old college classmate was eating dinner here… with my old college TA. I went over and chatted with them. Admittedly, I was distracted by this, but Kelvin kept an ear out for my name being called.

My friend’s food arrived, so I left them to eat, returning to the waiting area. When I sat down, I noticed there was nobody around us anymore, except for the family of three I saw walk in. I looked to the board and saw our names already crossed off. Kelvin said whoever called my name must not know how to pronounce it because he was listening for my name whole time.

I walked to the register, where the guy working was getting table settings ready for an open table. I asked him if he had crossed our names off the clipboard. He looked at me, half-not-understanding-half-not-caring. I asked him again, and he continued to ignore me, even though I was standing right in front of him talking to him. He moved to the open table, which was next to the register, put down the settings, and then motioned for the family of three to come sit down.

I said, “Hey, we were here before them!” Guy from register looked confused, and then the family started insisted that they were next. The mother said in Chinese, “We’re 81, you’re 82.” I was like, WTF, I watched you jerkholes come into the restaurant. I ran over to the clipboard as they began to sit down, and yelled at them that we were next because we’re number 79. Jerkhole mother explained, “Well, I thought you were 82 because that was the only uncrossed one left.” I said that we were already crossed off for no reason, which was what I had been trying to freaking explain to the asshole at the register in the first place.

Register asshole was like, “You must have left because we called your name already.” I said (possibly loudly and angrily) that I had been next to the front door the entire time. He considered the situation and pissily conceded the table to me, with family of three giving me pissyfaces like I had stolen the table from them.

We sat down, but because we’re next to the register, I could hear register asshole asking waitress-bitch-in-blue-shirt what the deal was with the clipboard situation, as she’s the one in charge of calling the names. WBIBS said, “Well, they obviously left and lost their spot.” RA repeated what I told him, which was that I was next to the door the whole time. WBIBS said she called my name all day and nobody came and continued to bitch for a couple minutes about how I’m full of it or crazy because she tried to find me. WHICH IS BULLSHIT. And I have to listen to all this fucking bullshit being spoken about me in Chinese as I try to figure what to order, not just for me and Kelvin but also for Avery, who freaking decided to go grocery shopping during this whole drama. AND tried to bring in his three bags of grocery into a Chinese restaurant that has a large “No Outside Food or Drinks Allowed” sign, leaving Kelvin to go put his groceries away in his car right when the food arrived.

That’s the basic gist of what went down on Friday that almost made me kill somebody. It probably doesn’t seem like that big of a deal, but I can’t deal with that many assholes with attitudes consecutively, especially over something trivial that is TOTALLY their fault. Seriously, at the end of the night, I wanted to kill somebody. Of course, I’m the one that looks like a crazy person, arguing over trivial crap like this. FUCK, I hate A&J. Their noodles are decent, but this shit is SO not worth it.

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