Saturday March 13, 2010

Tripped up the two steps while trying to get to the front desk for check out. Both the women sititng behind the desk stand up too take a better look. I shoot up and assure them that I was fine. I wanted to get out quickly and couldn’t wait for the car ride back to Nashville. I was finally getting my phone back, or so I thought. When we got back to Nashville we stopped in at Hooters but being girls, we got ignored, again. We stood there for 15 minutes till we just grabbed some random girl and told her what we wanted. She told us she would get the manager which took another 15 minutes till he showed up. Then he preceded to ask what was the problem. First their service, second my phone. Only mentioning the phone, “Nick” procceded to head to the back. LONG story short. They left my phone on the bar when there was only 10 minutes till closing left even though they told us they would place it in the safe. The next day when we called “Nick”, he so rudely told us he didn’t have it and that it wasn’t in the d*** safe. And that he couldn’t do a d*** thing about it. Douchebag… you said you had my phone and then you lost it. Great. Love it.