Man Files $5K Suit Against Popeyes For 'Running Out Of Crispy Chicken Sandwiches, A Damaged Tire Rim, And Humiliation'
From WTVC News:
An East Ridge man has filed a civil summons in Hamilton County General Sessions court against Popeyes Chicken because he was not happy about his repeated trips to the fast food restaurant, only to find they were out of their new crispy chicken sandwich.
The man filing the summons, Craig Barr, says he is suing for “false advertising, deceptive business practices by entity to public. Countless time wasted driving to and from Popeyes. No chicken sandwich. Was told to come back this day- still no sandwich.”
The summons itself is a pure work of art…
On October 28th at 11am, deep inside the Chattanooga courthouse, a judge will have to sit and hear the case of a man rallying against Popeyes chicken chain for:
…False advertising, deceptive business practices by entity, countless time wasted driving to & from Popeyes, no chicken sandwich, was told to come back this day, still no sandwich, was hustled out of money by an employee (alleged), never came out with chicken sandwich, my rim was damaged & tire. Friends laughed at me, humiliated.
Hustled out of money by an “alleged” Popeyes employee?! There are now shady ‘ticket scalpers’ of the chicken sandwich world thanks to a crispy chicken sandwich frenzy. I love the thought of this guy paying a fake employee, and then slowly freaking out in his car as he realized the guy was never coming back.
I did some Googlin’ and, in a total coincidence, it looks like another Craig Barr, also from East Ridge, was arrested for shoplifting earlier in the month, and was booked for harassment back in 2017. A lot of Craig Barrs running around Chattanooga so who knows. I’m sure this particular Popeyes-suing Craig Barr is a decent fella with the most noble of intentions.
Ain’t that America, folks? It’s stories like these that remind me of that old John Mellencamp song…
There’s a big man, wants a big meal
Livin’ in a big neighborhood (Houston?),
He’s got, fast food chains right outside his front yard
You know, he thinks, he’s got it so good
And there’s a woman, Popeye’s kitchen, no more chicken in shop,
And he looks at her and says:
“Hey darling, I will lose my fucking miiiind if you guys are out of chicken”
Oh but ain’t that America, for you and me
Ain’t that America, we’re something to see baby
Ain’t that America, home of the free, yeah
Little fried sammies for you and me, oh for you and me
