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It’s late, you haven’t made dinner plans. You’re craving the Colonel’s blend of 11 herbs and spices, but you don’t want to have to sit at the bar and wait for a table to clear, so you call ahead to see if somebody canceled their reservation. We’ve all been there. The Sun reports:
HOLLYWOOD star John Travolta wanted to book a table at a British KFC restaurant — and was turned down. An aide of the 57-year-old Pulp Fiction actor phoned to make the request at East Grinstead, West Sussex. But a worker who answered said it was not company policy to allow bookings and Travolta would “just have to join the queue”. He was in the town last weekend for a Scientology bash at nearby Saint Hill Manor. A KFC spokesman said last night: “In hindsight, of course, we would have reserved a table for him.”
Everybody in this story is aware that KFC has a speaker out front a guy named T’wan inside right now putting chicken under a heat lamp, right? And everybody knows U’Nique is in the back telling the manager not to be talkin’ to her like that. She can’t help her baby be sick. Oh, hell naw uh uh. Everyone understands this, right? And everybody see Carlos? The guy carrying the mop and the wet floor sign? That’s not the maître d’ either. None of them mind if YOU JUST WALK THE FUCK IN.
