Most of my friends know this story about me. When they introduce me to new people I can almost guarantee they will all say, "Hey Edge, tell them your BoJangle's Story!"
I can't tell you how many times I have told this embarrassing story about myself, and it just seems to get better and better each time I tell it. It's a little long, but trust me when I say you will have a smile on your face when you're finished.
So in the words of the Joker..."And...here...we...GO!"
I had just graduated from college and was desperately trying to find a job in my field (TV/video). I interviewed for a job in Charlotte, but this interview process was different than most because they would actually pay me for a week and see if I fit in with their production house.
Well, to make a long story short...I didn't. Thursday had rolled around and I knew more than likely I was not going to get the job. However, I tried to remain positive and when leaving for lunch I told the two guys I was working for that I was going to look for an apartment in town.
"I wouldn't sign any leases if I were you," one of the guys said. Needless to say...depression set in...and I was angry.
So instead of going to look for a place to live I drove down Independence Blvd. looking for a place to eat. I spotted a BoJangle's and pulled through the drive-through. I ordered a chicken biscuit, some fries, and a Coke, and pulled the car into the lot.
Still wondering what I was going to do with my life and still very ticked off, I tilted the seat back in my car and tried to relax while eating my lunch. I took one bite of my biscuit and honestly it was like biting into a block of ice. It was like the BoJangle's guy said, "Hey I know how we can speed things up a bit! We just won't cook the F@#$%*&G food!"
Well, Ol' Edge reached Defcon 6 and was totally, TOTALLY...I mean TOTALLY PISSED OFF!
I stuffed my food back into the bag, got out of my car, and marched all the way into the restaurant. Now, you have to remember that this is Charlotte. It's a fast food place, and it's lunch time, so we are talking about a lot of people in this place!
The line was huge, but I didn't care. I pushed my way up to the counter making a big scene as I went. Behind the counter was a pasty chubby red head kid with huge black rimmed glasses. You know, the type that was a complete dork in high school and working in fast food was the limit to this kid's potential.
I looked him square into those coke-bottle glasses and said... (and keep in mind that everyone in the restaurant could hear me loud and clear)
"Man, my chicken biscuit is cold. I want another one, I want my money back, or I want to talk to the manager!"
You could have heard a pin drop in this place it was that quiet.
The kid behind the counter looked at the crumpled bag I brought and then looked at me and smiled. He had never been in this position before in his sorry life. He finally had somebody in the cross hairs and he was taking his time with this one.
With a slight smile on his face he calmly said, "Well, you know...I'd really like to help you out sir. But you see, we're Wendy's. BoJangle's is next door.
To say that the entire restaurant erupted in laughter would be a complete understatement. All I could do was grab my smashed bag and walk over to Wendy's which shared a parking lot with BoJangle's. Walking out head down and humiliated, people in the restaurant were slapping me on the back saying things like, "That's right jerk! BoJangle's is over there!!!" Even when I walked out of the building people were beating on the glass pointing to BoJangle's.
When I got to BoJangle's the line was long, so I waited...hoping nobody from Wendy's would come over and say..."Naw! Naw! Tell them what you just did!"
Needless to say I didn't get the job, but I always seem to be a big hit at parties especially when we play "What's the stupidest thing you've ever done?"