Morocco. Every single person I met there, however seemingly pleasant at first, was on the make. Just depressing.
And Yeovil, Somerset. Depressing in a whole different way.
Two bars for me. They are right across the street from each other and I will never step foot in either again.
One was like yours. We loved that place and I also worked there now and then. It was a fun place. Then he sold it and it was not to bad at first but it went downhill. The new owner is a loud mouth alcoholic that gets drunk everyday and then tells off her customers. Only the down and out drunks go there anymore hoping to get a free drink in the morning from the owner only to be told they are scum by the afternoon. If you put up with her abuse you may even get a second free drink. Yeah, No thanks bitch.
The other is owned by a very nice man but his son runs it. He is a 40 year old loser that has never held a real job in his life. I think daddy bought the bar just so he would have a job. He has had the same girlfriend, and I use that term lightly, for years now and have produced four kids. She is also a loser and lives above the bar for free and collects welfare and food stamps. She has pawned her kids off on me several times with the plan they were staying overnight to play with my kids and then you could never get a hold of her the next day to get them. Sometimes I was stuck with them until the next evening.
He still lives at home with mommy and daddy. If he is working, again I use that term lightly, you are lucky to get a drink as he is always playing pool or video games. There were many times you had to serve yourself and then when he is done playing he will come and take your money for your drink.
I will never step foot in either place again.
Pep Boys. And it only took six lifetime alternators to get that way!
Alternator number 4 gave out two weeks after I bought it…so I grabbed the two wrenches and the cheater-bar I knew I needed, swapped it out for number 5 in the parking lot, on a 94 degree day, in my work clothes. It died less than two blocks down the road.
I go back and get the manager. Said mouthbreather says “Well you must have an electrical problem.”
I ask if they have another and yes, there’s one left on the shelf. I say “Put it on the tester”.
It fails.
I say “I must have a pretty big fucking electrical problem to take out that alternator FROM THE PARKING LOT!”
Ikea. I can’t stand that store. The inexpensive furniture is so cheaply built and uses the weakest materials that still allow it to be called “furniture”. The (relatively) expensive stuff is made to look nicer on the outside, but the construction of it is just as crappy as the cheap stuff, and frankly you could get actual furniture for about the same price. You have to wind your way through the store following the little path, on which the three-toed sloths of the world stroll like it’s a summer day in a park. That place gives me an aneurysm.
Chuck-E-Cheese’s. I’ve been in one a total of twice in my life to take my kids to birthday parties. A combination of the screaming kids and terrible pizza gives me a pounding headache. The kids in those places are so poorly behaved that even my own kids were standing there, looking at them with expressions that said “why are those kids acting like that?” I can handle lots of kids in one place, like family fun parks and what-not, but something about C-E-C’s makes it my own personal circle of hell.
1985 for me, but the sentiment it the same. It was going out of business at one point and I would have paid to set off explosives to raze it.
The secret to C.E.C’s is to go on Tuesday night. They’re understaffed, and if you have a perty, the chances are you’ll get the manager. If you’re friendly and tip well, she’ll comp you on all the White Zin you had from the tap in the wall behind the register. It’ll also be MUCH quieter and less crowded than, say, Saturday at 11 am.
That said, I LOVE that daycare occasionally has CEC days. That and Casa Bonita days.
Orange County.
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Hands down, the worst airport I have ever been to. I’ve seen nicer airports in third world countries, no exaggeration. I often remark that the two places where you can count on the public restrooms being clean are Vegas casinos and airports. And now I’ve had to put an asterisk on this remark to exclude PHL. First, why is it 95 degrees in that place? Second, their auto-censor faucets in the bathroom set the water temperature to boiling. But these are all petty grievances. Third, can someone please explain the filth abound? The staff is 100% horrid, and only have two dispositions: hostile and indifferent. Oh, and there were mice in the airport bar we were drinking at. Mice running about under the seats where customers eat. Lovely.
Philidelphia (airport or otherwise)
Las Vegas
any cruise ship
Oh yeah. Earthquakes in San Francisco. I’ll be going there in 4 weeks. Via…
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Great. Well, I was looking forward to it.
What do I need to look out for in PHL?
Oh, nothing. Just scalding hot water from the faucets in the bathroom, sweating while sitting still because it’s 95 degrees, and mice running across your feet as you dine in one of its many fine restaurants.
I will say “a Ryanair plane”. Said it 5 years ago and still haven’t.
shudder
Well, at least I’ll only be there for an hour on the way out, and I have a direct flight on the way back.
There’s a bar/restaurant near me called City Side. I used to love going there. I have some very fond memories of being there. But recently it went under new management. The service is still great, the prices are still decent, but the food sucks ass now. Never again.
Oklahoma, soon. Once gone, I will gladly detour around this pan-shaped shithole at the center of the country.
Historians of the future will need no further evidence of the US government’s malice towards native Americans than a tour of this place. They sent the indians here because they hated them and wanted them to die in a wasteland.
I planned to piss on the Welcome To Oklahoma sign (while standing on Texas, Arkansas, or Kansas soil) on the way out, but I have discovered that that would require turning the car around in friendly territory, driving to the border, and then re-entering the accursed place in order to turn the car around again. Crap. I suppose I could pull onto the shoulder, jump the median barrier on foot and walk to the sign.
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Red China. Oh, all right “The People’s Democratic Republic of China.” It is none of the above and I hope never to set foot in the place after seeing what it was like when they were on their best behavior prior to the Olympics last year.
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Air France. Yeah, they have great food, but their customer service is garbage. Too long a story to go into here, but they basically promised me a deal to take a later flight, rescinded it and then literally tore up my tickets. Oh, and they smashed my American Tourister luggage beyond repair. This was good, hard-sided luggage, the kind that a gorilla couldn’t smash.
Buffalo Grove, Illinois. I recently spent a year living in that suburban wasteland until a couple of months ago when I moved to Evanston, which has much more character and is much closer to the city.
Wow. I guess I’ve lived a very sheltered life. I’m 60 and I still haven’t been anywhere that I would say “never again” about.
But – I remember when I was 21 and getting my first tattoo, I was very surprised by the many varieties of “Never Again” that were available in the tattoo samples on the walls of the place.
This is a fascinating discussion!
Newark, NJ, the armpit of the USA. This city is the poster child for Superfund clean up sites. Think one big chromium dump with big high rise buildings where all the windows are broken and some raggedy orange-pink curtains are blowing out of a couple windows. Throw in an oil refinery or two. There ya go.
At one time I said Rochester, N.Y., but I’ve been back several times since I said that.
I haven’t.
Mine is another grocery store. The Food Lion close to my house, (so close you could walk there without breaking a sweat). We go to the Publix way over on the other side of town because the customers have an understanding of basic hygiene. The past three times we went to Food Lion, either me or my son came down with something infectious. My husband is the only one who will venture in if we need something in a hurry. But there’s a 50/50 chance it’ll have an expiration date from the past. The last thing was 4 month old milk.