FIRE IN THE HOLE!

            I had a ten minute conversation with what I thought was an old man. He call the restaurant and asked for the manager, as luck would have it I was the manager on duty. When I answered the phone, I introduced myself and asked how I could help. The conversation started out civil, but the man was kinda hard to understand. He started out by telling me that he had eaten at the restaurant a day earlier and had the jambalaya and went on to tell me how the cooks in my restaurant are to heave handed with the spices. I apologized and tried to explain the whole Cajun thing without insulting him, but that didn't work. Now hes going to tell me how hot it was and that it burned all the way down and that it got into his intestines. He said that he was sick for a week. I said "Sir, you said you were in yesterday" he said that that was correct. I asked him how he was sick for a week, he was quiet for the first time since I answered the phone, then he replied "I'm going to be sick for a week, I'm 50 years old and people my age cant eat like that". Now I'm kinda pissed because I thought this guy was like an old man, when in fact hes younger than me. Then he went on to tell me about his morning bowel movement and how it burned coming out. Grossed out, I sat the phone on the bar for a minute to take a break from the awful visuals this man was inflicting on me. When I picked up the phone, he was still just talking away. I had said a couple yes sirs, then put the phone back down on the bar. Finally I told him that the next time he comes in to ask for me and I'd go through the appropriate item on the menu that won't fire his ass up. he said he would take me up on that.
                I left work that night and stopped at the local pub near where I work and had a couple tall draft beers and some fire wings. The next day, as I sat there doing my fiery morning constitution, I thought this was how that man felt. But you know, I'd never call the pub to tell them. That's what the blogs for!