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| - I like The Old Angle, but I am so mad that I just have to complain somewhere. The place's website won't let me. Try it--it won't work!
So I had two brain aneurysms and a stroke late last year. Before that, I was a whirling dervish, had been the Angle, took out-of-towners to the Angle...the whole bit. Right now, after the stroke, I am expected to make a full recovery, but I have no balance. I see weird, I walk weirder, and I don't drive.
The bartender at The Old Angle wouldn't serve me because he thought I was drunk. I wasn't drunk. We just moved down the street with people, astonished people. My friend tried to explain what had happened to me but he wasn't having it. Did I say I was a bartender? I am, and I would do the same thing at first. But I would talk to the person (I can talk) and see that I am reasonable and, uh, normal. He wouldn't talk to me. I am normal, my brain is just dumb and doesn't always tell my body what to do.
This was like three weeks ago. I plan on going there - its locally-owned, it's right there, I did like it, but that really sucked.
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