I actually hate the sue happy public myself, only there are at times a limited thought capacity in people's brains such as myself of better words to use, like "for a lack of better words", when angry. Anyway, I would at most voice my concerns with the manager and even their corperate peeps and end up at the most getting a free order equal to my order on the day in question validated by my reciapt of course, that I would have to either mail or e-mail them.
The "no shoes, no service" signs are there to protect the health code from being violated that would result in a lower grade from "A" for the establishment, since it is the masnagement's responsibility to enforce, keep order on the most important issue in a food consuming invironment.
I am in no way a sue happy kind of guy. Two years ago I was injured during work that involved a serious back injury that has kept me out of my usual hard working jobs for the whole duration since. My job did all they could to help me including them continuing to pay me full eight hour days on the days I still came in and did light duty only to go home early due to the extreme pain. Then the workman's comp worker never returned my calls on issues I had with the doctors and nurses the were treating me with "defamation of character" rudeness, and ultimately the doctor whacking my back on the injury area only to say my back is fine now and I can lift a hundred pounds and go back to work the next day, case closed. I was showing improvement before he did that to me at three months into my injury, and he did further damage to me and set me back this long. Then, Calif's wonderful governator signed a new law which made it imposible to get help when workman's comp fails, and fine printed the fact that I couldn't reopen the case if it lapsed more than sixty or ninety days after it is closed. I was trying to get help from everywhere, but did not know where to look at the time, and without knowing, ran out of time. Now the only way to get the case open is to first sue my job, who never misstreadted me, and could not possibly forsee the accident happening, then sue the workman's comp company, to have leverage to sue the doctor for malpractice. Now, with all the meds I was taking, I was in a constant rage and anxiety ball of nerves on thinking how I will survive with no income etc. etc. and finaly just gave up for the sake of my sanity, and stopped the meds and rage and took the pain like a man, and flinched with every sharp disabling pain I had with the slightest movements, and just let my body heal on it's own. This may not be the choice I should have taken, but it was better than what my mind was thinking on doing otherwise, after getting rejected after applying for so many programs for help. See, when you get injured on the job, you have no other way for help than your workman's comp insurance, and you can not quit your job or let your job let you go after three or four months due to inability to work, because you can not get unemployment aid if you do. If your job lets you go, it's like getting fired, so no unemployment, and california wont help you either because it is a "workman's comp issue" and they can't get involved anymore since anold signed it into law. I guess I can thank all those job injury faker AS-Os for muffing it up for the legitamately injured peeps such as myself.
DID I SUE AT THE END OF ALL THIS? NO.
So not all of us people who disagree to stupid signs that should get the company sued, will act on a lawsuit. But you can now see that it would piss me off to the point that if my wife hurt herself helping my broke azz moving something twisting her ankle and is stuck at home on the phone with me at the subway, in pain, because I need to eat before I dare take the Motrin that dulls the residual pain I still have and is messing my stomach lining up in the process, taking her order and trying to get the freckled face brat ignoring me because his boss told him to, to take my order, and get passed on by the person behind me with five kids that can'y make up her mind what she wants.Hell ya I'm gonna get pissed, because I sure as hell don't want to take it upon myself to decide for my wife when they ran out of something she wants, and have to go back and wait in line again, behind the still ordering frustrated mother of five, while my back is already pissing me the hell off, God help them at that point. And for those who think I should just tell my wife to stop being so damn picky, she has the right to be, and I am in a good marriage, and I am not the prick to her others may want me to be by thinking I should just decide for her and thats that. Now to think of it, I should sue and throw in a spousal agrivatation instagation lawsuit in there for flavor!!
