WPLJ can bite me

Well, if you’re ever in Walnut Creek don’t bother venturing to a dive-like bar called WPLJ’s on North Main Street. I wasn’t even six feet in the door before the owner of this garbage establishment pissed me off late last night and inspired me to never go back.

¿Por que?

Well, apparantly they have all of these silly rules that one must adhere to if they wish to have the privilege of paying their 5 dollar admission into this half-ass bar. One of the 10+ rules states that there is no wearing of ball caps allowed of which I was being address since my rasta/beanie hat seems to qualify as such. Now it wasn’t the laundry list of rules that I had the problem with per say, but rather the stinky fascist attitude by the owner (who happened to be working the door) when explaining all of this, not to me, but to one of the people in my group about me! Basically, I politely said to Jabba-the-beyotch “I’m right here if you want to address me about all of this stuff?!” which only served as ammunition for her to rant and rave in my face about “rules are rules” and “this is how it is” and blah, blah, blah, of which I had some choice and concise words for in return. Besides, I’m too old for that rooper-room b.s. and decided to leave the friggining place right there & then. Personally it wasn’t that big of a deal to take off my “hat” but it was the principal of the situation that set off my fire and I figured if the place has that many rules & regulations it can’t be too good of a spot to hang simply to have a beer or two.

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