Fuck the Popeyes on 103d.

Ate @ the Popeyes @ 103d and Kedzie to-nite. Tried to use a coupon, but the girl refused.

You gotta pay for drinx.

No, that's just if you want to get the catfish dinner. See- read the coupon.(Revolting thought, that- people eat CATFISH ??)

No.

So I whip out another card. Let me use this.

I don't know how to use this.

Ask them, they do. (I motion to the other workers)

(She does)

Can I have two?

No.

Every other time I have ever used this card that is the deal. See- it doesn't say you can't- no limit, rite?? Ask them.

(She does, and they say)

Doesn't say there's a limit on it.

But still ...

No.

So then I change my order to get just one. Done. Since I now don't have to break a twenty, I pay with $5 in quarters and some other change.

I am very pleasant and smile and cheerily respond throughout.

When I get home, I discover that the chicken pieces are tiny.

I am to send a card to the manager saying that they have lost my business because it is vey obvious that they do not want my money.

I was very polite, too. Did I mention that? Jerks.

Maybe that long fabled Harold's Reniassence is about to occur.