Near Fort Myers Beach Litigious Bastards, too!


We were in Skip One Seafood Restaurant the other night and overheard another patron talking about how a local seafood / bar / restaurant / marina had dismissed their cancer stricken book keeper with only three Chemo treatments left. The 'Dead End Canal Yacht Club' members present bit our lips. We know too much about those scurrilous dogs to make a comment in public.
"Let it go," whispered the Reverend as he nibbled on a plate of Wahhabi drizzled Ahi Tuna.
We knew he was right and the owners of that local seafood / bar / restaurant / marina were dead wrong because another employee of those bastards had been filling us in. "Hopefully she got a good severance package," said Erie Earl.
"Fired her right out of the blue, I heard," said the semi-stranger down the bar. To us; "Didn't your club frequent that place a lot."
"We don't go there anymore," said the Reverend. "It got old!"
"And they're evil bastards," said #%^&#. Name with held account they are litigious bastards, also!

"So you better watch out what you say because speaking your mind can not only get you sued, it can get you expelled, thrown out, banished and banned from the property," #%^&# said.
"I used to go there for sports Saturday and Sundays but I'll find another place," said another patron. "I can't believe they'd do such a mean thing," said a woman across the bar.
"We don't know all the details yet but we've quit going there until we do," said the Reverend while he sipped on his dirty ginger ale. It has olives and olive juice like a dirty Martini but no alcohol. He's our designated driver.

(This blog/column is meant for educational purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Void where prohibited. Some assembly required. Do not read while operating a vehicle or heavy machinery. Keep sending those great questions and comments or I'm going to stop doing this, I'm not kidding! (Contact) DeadEndCanalYC@aol.com)

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