I’ve spent my fair share of time in Ruby Tuesday franchises - particularly around age 14 when my friends and I would hang out on Friday nights and order several baskets of chicken fingers while the servers pretended not to notice we were chain-smoking. I know all about the “family-friendly vibe.” The music, the laid-back atmosphere. And I can assure you the last thing I need when I’m eating fried mozzarella and cheddar fries is a constipated baby visibly exploding all over his Grandma, who’s eating, who then wipes her mouth with the napkin he shat on.
But hey, I wasn’t there. Maybe the restaurant really did erupt in cheers. Maybe it was such a contagiously joyful moment that the manager bought everyone slices of double chocolate cake. Maybe this is a different kind of Ruby Tuesday than the ones I’ve been to. But I doubt it.
PS: Yo, Cliff, WTF are you talking about??
(submitted by Anonymous)