Tuesday, June 12
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Beef Barely Soup
 Next time you buy your double double coffee or sugar glazed timbit at the nearest Tim Hortons be prepared for what happened to my brother because it could happen to you.
He entered, ordered and returned to his seat as regular as any other day. When he looked to his beef barley soup he noticed that it wasn't beef barley at all. Hardly a problem he thought as he went to the cashier and explained to her that he had gotten the wrong soup.
The cashier was a 20 something girl, petite and unassuming. "That IS beef barely soup," she said matter of factly.
My brother looked at the soup again to make sure he hadn't made a mistake. "No. It's not."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it's not."
"Yes. It is."
"If it's beef barley, where's the beef?" he asked while raising his eyebrows in victory.
"It's beef FLAVOURED."
"Are you kidding? If you're going to argue, you should at least know your own product."
"What the fuck are ya gonna do? Huh?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. What the fuck are ya gonna do you fucking Indian*? Fuck you!"
My grandfather recently passed away and my brother felt his presence near him, warning him that something odd was about to happen. At least this is what my brother told me. I don't think I would need any spirits to tell me something odd was about to happen after what she had just said.
He felt anxious and was preparing himself for the worst.
The cashier was fumbling with something under the counter, but from his view he could not see past her wrists. His body tensed in anticipation.
In the next moment her hands revealed themselves along with a 5 pound heavy metal object that she flung at my brother. He did a Matrix dodge bending at the hips to his side as it went sailing past him and cutting into the arm of a lady behind him.
The sharp edges of the metal object sliced open her arm in two spots and blood ran freely down her arm.
My brother looked at the cashier and said, "Good one."
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Days later, after much talk, Tim Hortons wanted to compensate my brother by giving him a 30 dollar gift certificate. They kept emphasizing that he could use it anywhere, but he told them that they were insulting him and he would rather not accept.
* My brother is Vietnamese
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