I'll tell you my Po'Boy's story. I was 22 and had been accepted to FSU. I went up to check out the campus with a buddy of mine from UF and another buddy from UM. Just for the weekend in the summer.
When we went to lunch at Po'Boy's on the recommendation of a friend of mine who was already at FSU. While there we had this cute little blonde waitress and I chatted her up. Got her phone number and agreed to give her a ring to meet up with her friends at AJ's that night. We ended up heading over to Potbelly's, and getting an early start. That place was so full of hot girls that it was like shooting fish in a barrel. Every girl I chatted up was hotter than the one before, and I ended up hooking up with a girl that was probably the hottest girl that I'd hooked up with in my lifetime up to that point.
This was before the time of cell phones. Needless to say I didn't call the spinner from Po'Boys. A few months later when I started the fall semester I went back up there again with a few friends. She came over and gave me the stink eye, and said "you never called". I did a bit of back peddling and explained the situation, and got her number again. This time with no intention of calling. The crazy had already begun to poke through.
I started dating a girl and life just went on, about 6 months later I went back, this time with my girlfriend. No service. I shit you not. No one ever came to our table. I had to go and talk to the manager, and he even said "apparently you really mistreated one of our waitresses and I'll have to serve you myself" I'm thinking to myself, Jesus, imagine if I had take her out.
I avoided the place for a while, but would go every once in a while after intramural just to drink beer, once I had scoped out the place and was convinced that she no longer worked there I began to go and have a more normal restaurant experience there. I really liked the place, not the best Cajun in the world, but very decent and I liked the Po'Boys. They were the best spot for Green Beer on St. Patty's day with thier 0700 $0.5 beer kickoff.
Fast forward to about 2.5 years later. My roommate at the time was a big sasquach of a dude, and he and I lived at the gym always lifting and drinking protein, you know basic early twenties "get huge" mentality. He was 6'7" 270 and I was about the same size I am now 6'2" 225 (only now Im a fat turd, but then it was muscle I swear, I have pictures to prove it). So either way in an effort to be even more douchebags then we already were we decided to go to the tanning bed.
I had never been to a tanning bed. We walked into the joint which was across the street from the old Club Publix just up the road from Po'Boys. We walk in the door and low and behold who is the girl working the desk who gets you all set up on the oven coffin? Short Stack from Po'Boys. She gives me the stink eye again, and says "Oh, it's you". I did a sharp about face and told my homeboy I'd be waiting in the car.
He had no idea why. I explained to him that I was not going to climb into a coffin that was monitored by a psychopath. Needless to say, I never went back or into a tanning bed. I was pretty sure that if she could have locked me in that oven she would have.
