(June 9, 2020 at 5:22 pm)chimp3 Wrote: In the mid-eighties I was opening a restaurant and was applying for a liquor license. Day one I was given a form to fill out and return in a few days. I did that. Then I was handed a second form to fill out and return in a few days. I did that also. Then form three and return in a few days. I asked "How many forms are there?" She replied "Eight!". I said "Great! Why don't you just give me the next five and we can suss this up!" No can do. "There is a process Sir!". I had partners I had a fiduciary responsibility to and my own investment, so I could not burn this bridge. Anger Management! Finally, the day arrived when I would receive Form Eight. She hands me a simple sheet of graph paper. Makes a X on the center grid. X is my restaurant. Tells me to draw a map showing all schools and churches within a quarter mile of my spot. Anger management techniques are failing. I said "So! If I just go out in the parking lot and make shit up, You're going to know it! Aren't you?!" She said "Yes". Me: "That's because you already know where the things are, don't you?!". "Sir! If you don't calm down I am going to call security!". Fucking Pencil Pushers!
That sounds infuriating!
