more togo's abuse

i posted a review on Yelp a while back about this particular Togo's, but I feel compelled to write this follow-up here on the blog.

After getting "taken advantage of" (my dad's words, retroactive) at a smog testing station just a few minutes prior, I figured I'd treat myself and the boyfriend to some dinner. You know, just to get the feeling of 98-dollar despair out of my mouth. Anyways, I zip around the parking lot, grab a space, and watch the guy in the SUV next to me open his door into the side of my car. Right.

Then, once inside Togo's, I got to overhear an overly-made-up Persian couple argue with the manager about restrooms. Underlings shrunk away as Girl Half demanded to pee, and Guy Half seemed to be worrying about the state of his shoes and whether Girl Half was going to puke on them. Yes, they were both drunk, at 4:45 pm.

"No, we have no restroom!" the manager all but sang.

"You have no public restroom." Angry eyeliner.

"No we don't."

"Right, but you guys have one."

"Why don't you try going-" but the manager trailed off, because there's nowhere to go in Hollywood for a public restroom except Tommy's (and a description of theirs would require a whole 500 more words).

The inebriated lovebirds were already walking towards the door, and as they brushed past me, I unfortunately heard Girl Half finish the manager's sentence: "Going in yourr mothherr's phussy?"

Then she tripped on her own shoes, stumbled out of Togo's, and left me to face the already-demoralized motley crew of professional sandwich assemblers.