Me: (tries to visit a local restaurant’s website via iPhone) Restaurant website: I require Flash. Fuck off.Me: I just want to know how late you’re open.Website: Nope.Me: But I’m on my phone. Don’t you have a little “HTML Version” link up in the corner or something?Website: I’m ignoring you.Me: What if I’m on my phone because I’m out, looking for a place to eat? Didn’t that ever occur to you?Website: Fuck entirely off.Me: (gives up, switches to computer) Website: Oh! Hi! What can I help you with today?Me: What are your —Website: Hang on, I’m loading the music.Me: Really.Website: You’ll love it. It’s “Girl from Ipanema” arranged for steel drum and keytar.Me: No, you don’t have to —Website: Loading…Me: All I want is —Website: I SAID DOT DOT DOT.Me: (drums fingers on desk) Website: There we go. Isn’t that nice? It’s… what’s the word. Ethnicky.Me: What are your hours?Website: Take a look at our menu! It’s a PDF of a screenshot of a scan of a Word document printed on a dishtowel. With fonts!Me: I don’t care. What are your hours? Website: Don’t worry, the menu loads in a new window so the music won’t stop. Can I show you some broken images?Me: What. Are. Your. Hou. Rs.Website: I… I don’t know.Me: (goes to Denny’s)
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