unjust desserts
JoelSo Ralph Paul goes to Angellino’s in Palm Harbor and orders, among other things, a seafood pasta dish. He’s unhappy with the portion of seafood he gets. He eats the seafood, then sends the food back and asks it be left off the bill. The restaurant refuses. The guy runs off without paying any part of the bill.
After continuing to refuse payment, he takes the case all the way to court.
The verdict? Not guilty.
Paul, a retired Air Force man, had this to say:
“This institution is what I fought for 26 years. It’s what separates us from the rest of the world. I got to have my day in court.”
Fighting for the right to waste our legal system’s time so you can settle your petty dispute stemming from your closefisted refusal to pay for a service you were provided - we salute you, sir. And your “code of honor.”
So next time you follow Matt’s advice on a restaurant, remember these helpful tips to save money:
- Avoid places that give you big portions - your complaints won’t carry as much weight (pun intended) with the jury. Buffets are right out.
- Eat whatever you want before complaining - otherwise you give the restaurant a chance to rectify the situation in the proper fashion.
- You may want to take your license plate off your car when you park - they can’t track you down otherwise.
- Wear running shoes.
- Hire a hotshot lawyer - $500 an hour at a minimum, and preferably from New York. Remember - it’s not about the money, it’s about the principle.
- Though not required, it helps if you were in the military.
Bon appetit!
Tags: crime, restaurant, smooth criminals, tampa
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October 6th, 2006 at 1:57 pm
Somebody ought to tell Colonel Kurtz that five scallops and five shrimp is about standard for a seafood pasta.
“The horror”
October 6th, 2006 at 2:34 pm
This SOB drives a BMW. That’s all I need to know.
(No offense to any BMW drivers who read this and are actually fine upstanding citizens. I look forward to meeting you someday as it would be a first!)
October 6th, 2006 at 5:47 pm
I had a long comment half composed in my head about how Ralph Paul couldn’t be all that if he never made Colonel, and the “girlfriend” is probably some new cookie he picked up after the long suffering wife who followed him from assignment to assignmgent got tired of his self aggrandizing butthead ways. Then I realized I have it all wrong. He used some of the lessons he learned in a long military career and put them to the noblest of causes, using his status as a veteran (did anyone check the paperwork) and the courts to stiff a restaurant. And here I thought today’s vets were wasting their time on things like becomining inner city teachers, running for office, volunteering their time and leadership talents by serving on charitable boards, oh, and just basically being good neighbors and citizens. Silly me.