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| - Ok guys...long rant going on here. I don't normally do this, but I feel the need to share this. Last Tuesday, (10-24-17),my better half, Michelle and I went to go eat at Outback Steak House, located at 5605 W. Bell Rd. We walked in and sat down at a booth in the bar area right behind the greeting hostess. As we were sitting there, I noticed Michelle began fidgeting in her seat and began slapping her legs as if a pesky relentless mosquito would not give up on her. I asked what was wrong and she told me something had bit her....I figured it was probably a mosquito and did not think much of it. We continued talking and she continued fidgeting until she finally moved over to my side. I thought, what the heck? She said there was something down there and she kept getting bit or stung....we both looked under the table using her phone light and saw some bugs, but we did not know what the hell they were. Michelle finally slapped her leg again and caught a small bug, but by the time she brought it up to the table to see, it popped, and her fingers were full of blood. A small bit of this bug was left on her finger along with the blood and we put it on one of the cloth napkins. By this time, we had the Hostess' attention. I asked her to get me a manager, and she asked what the problem was. I told her something had stung Michelle and showed her the back of her legs, which were bright red by now and welted. I showed her the small bug on my napkin and she stated, "Oh my God! Hold on to that thing, the same thing happened to me when I sat on this booth last week and we couldn't figure out what it was!" She runs off to get the manager and we wait patiently, but she did not show up. Meanwhile, Michelle continues slapping her legs (she was wearing knee high yoga pants and I was wearing jeans) and she finally said, "we gotta move, whatever is here is eating me alive!". By this time, the hostess is back and I tell her we have to move. Michelle and I had to go back and forth from the crappy booth to our table to move our food because the waiter did not do it for us (what the heck?!). We move onto another table that was NOT a booth and I bring my cloth napkin, which like a normal person, I had it on my upper legs when I was eating. I put that sucker over my shoulder as I am carrying my plate and set it on the table. As we are trying to figure out what just happened, I ask another employee to get me the manager. He goes off into the kitchen and again, nothing from the manager. As I am talking to Michelle, she sees a bug on my shoulder. I panicked, and about took my shirt off in plain restaurant. Michelle calm's me the hell down and tells me to hold still so that she can get it and figure out once and for all what the hell bit her. She grabs the little fellow and I immediately recognize the darn bug....it was a BEDBUG!!!! I about pucked.....to think...I had wiped my mouth a few times with my damn napkin....WTF?!!! We were able to hold the damn bug and put it under a glass and walked up to the hostess once more and told three of the employees I knew what those damn little bugs we had seen were now...the booth was infested with bedbugs and by this time, demanded the manager come out...this being the third request! Believe it or not, that's not the only bad experience....oh, there is more.
Manager comes out, a nice lady by the name of Marci Gackle, and we show her the bug. She begins playing with the bug...trying to squash it with her nail against the table. At one point, the bug falls on the floor and she can't find it. I google a picture of bedbugs on my phone and show it to her. Well I'll be darned, she agrees they are Bedbugs. She tells her employees to shut down that particular booth. There are plenty of people still sitting by that booth....pretty darn sure these bugs were not just in that booth....but hey, I'm no bed bug expert. So, our nightmare does not end there.
We get home, we strip off ALL our clothes in the garage, including socks, shoes, ball cap, purses, my gun bag....everything. Toss all that shit in a plastic bag, fumigate the shit out of it and toss it in the garbage. Purses have liners in them and I just did not want to take the chance one of those bed bug eggs end up in my home. I fumigated the inside of my truck and even pucked my dinner...I was grossed out...anyway, showered and still felt the bageebies after.
The next day, I spoke to someone by the name of JL with Direct Insurance. This person works for the Insurance that covers Outback. This lady spoke to Michelle, and then to me. Her question was, "What are you looking to get out of this, we only cover medical costs". Hmmmm....really? What price can you put to possibly eating one of these damn bugs?!
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