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| Nrgize Lifestyle Cafe Keith Friberg RUINS Christmas by charging kids 100 bucks!!! Wellington, Florida |
| 16th of Dec, 2010 by User534235 |
Yesterday, I thought I'd love to take my son to the Nrgize Cafe to
sit on Santa's lap. Keith Friberg, the owner, hired Santa Claus to come in to his smoothie stand to have children sit on Santa's lap and tell Santa what they'd like for Christmas. Kind of a good idea, I thought. My son is 5 years old and it's really the first
time he's understanding Christmas and everything. He had been asking me to take him to go see Santa Claus ever since Halloween
ended. You see, this is the first time that my son has smiled in a
while. My wife had passed away from a freak accident about 6 months ago
on a Disney World ride, causing my son to become kind of catatonic ever
since. The first words he spoke was shortly after this Halloween when
he said "take me to go see Santa!", as he smiled the biggest smile I've
ever seen. God, I love my son so much. I'd do anything for him. His
eyes lit up as he cheered when I told him I was going to take him to the Nrgize Cafe to go see Santa yesterday. I've never seen him so
happy in my life. He even drew pictures of what he was going to ask
Santa to bring for him. My heart truly melted. Little did I know that
my son's dreams would turn into the worst nightmare of his life... We
get to the Nrgize Cafe when I see a huge sign that says "Sit on
Santa's lap for $100". I was shocked that the price was so much. Who
could afford that kind of money?! I had already told my son what we
were doing, so there was no backing out now. I quickly grabbed my son
an ice cream from Ben & Jerry's before going in,
and we walked up into the line. I noticed there had to have been about
200 people outside waiting! I couldn't believe how long this line was! It stretched all the way outside of L.A. Fitness down the block! "Oh
well, at least my son will be happy," I thought to myself. After about
20 minutes of waiting, we had reached a sign that read "3-hour wait from
this point." I didn't care, I'd do anything for my boy. Minutes
later, all of a sudden loud, ground-shaking footsteps started coming
toward our direction, as they were getting louder and louder. Everyone
in line had quieted down, and all kinked their necks straight up 180
degrees in unison to see who was walking toward our direction. I
noticed everyone was looking straight up as this person approached, and
everyone went dead silent as he had now casted a huge shadow over all of
us! I thought a T-Rex had just walked up behind me! Nervously, I
turned around, expecting to see some sort of rhinoceros or something! I, too had to look directly up 180 degrees to see the ever-so-scary
face of the devil himself! I mean, this guy was evil-looking! He stood
about 6 foot, 7 inches, at least 275 pounds of pure muscle. Veins were
on every part of this guy's body from head to toe! He was wearing a
navy blue T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off that read "Syracuse Legend"
on the front of it. My son tugged on my hand and said "Dad, is that a
giant monster?" Embarrassed, I quieted my son down and told him that's
not nice to say. All of a sudden I felt an immediate, sharp pain on my
left trap muscle, as someone was squeezing my neck! The
pain was so bad, I felt paralyzed! I literally could not move! This
guy then shoved me to the ground, and walked in my place in line! This
guy was a beast! I'm a pretty big guy, and for him to shove me down the
way he did was just unbelievable. The look on the faces of everyone
around me were of plain horror! They all had such fear of this man! As
I was getting myself off the ground, a guy ran over to me and whispered "That's Keith
Friberg! The owner of Nrgize Cafe! Don't you know who that is?! Don't do anything to him!" I sat and thought for a second. "Wait... Keith Friberg from Syracuse?!", I asked. "Of course! This
guy will kill you, man!", the man said. "Just listen to me!" I got
myself back into line with my son behind Keith. Keith then lit up a
cigar, and was smoking it right in the middle of the line! I mean, who
was going to say anything to him? Every couple of puffs, Keith kept
turning around, and blowing the smoke into my son's face. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!", Keith would laugh loud enough so the entire shopping center could hear him. When
he had enough of his cigar, he, yet again, turned around and now put the
cigar out in my son's ice cream. Three hours of misery passed as we now approached "Santa's North Pole". The choo-choo train ride was going around and around with all the kids
playing and laughing. "Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas!", Santa shouted, as
he waved to all the cheering children. The final kid got off of Santa's
lap and ran off, as Keith Friberg now approached Santa. Santa had a
confused look on his face, as this 6-foot, 7-inch monster was
approaching him. "What can Santa do for you, little boy?" Santa said. Keith glared at Santa for a full 30-seconds with the most hideous look
on his face before he said "You can start by wiping that dumb, fake
smile off of your fat rosy cheeks!", Keith screamed. "Why don't you
tell all these kids the truth, you fat pig?!" he said. Before Santa
could even respond, Keith grabbed a hold of Santa by the neck and ripped
his entire beard off! Keith then punched Santa with the most vicious
punch I've ever seen a man take! I think the entire crowd heard Santa's
face completely shatter! Santa flew back about 10 to 12 feet and was
now unconscious! Keith then held up Santa's fake beard to the crowd,
leaving the now screaming children yelling and throwing temper tantrums. "See kids? He's a fake! There's no such thing as Santa Claus!" My
son now started screaming and kicking me on my side! As I looked
around, every child in the entire line was having a fit! I've never
seen so many horrified looks on kids faces before. As I looked up,
security guards and police officers were trying to apprehend Keith, but
Keith was just laying them out one by one. I heard one security guard
say in his walkie-talkie "I'm gonna need help with this one! He is one
GIGANTIC son of a (beep)!" That guy then ran up and got laid out
himself by Keith. Keith now put on Santa's fake beard, picked Santa up
by his hair, put his head in between his legs, and then power-bombed
Santa right through his sleigh!!! You could hear Santa's entire back
snap louder than his sleigh broke! Santa now just laid lifeless on the
ground as Keith started screaming something at all the children who were
now crying hysterically. I quickly grabbed my son and ran out of the gym. It's pretty sad that Keith Friberg would go through such extremities as to hire a Santa Claus to come to his smoothie stand and then to just sabotage childrens' hopes and dreams. The fact that he charged everyone in line $100 and then have something like this happen is just pure evil. Keith Friberg is a scam artist and a con-man! Do NOT ever take your children to Nrgize Cafe to go sit on Santa's lap! It's a complete scam!
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| Exaggerate much!? I find this story really hard to believe!! |
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| "Chonny" some people actually use these sites to avoid scams. I for one read this review last year a little too late and ended up at Nrgize cafe to see santa. Unfortunately, if I had discovered it earlier i could have saved myself a lot of pain and suffering. My wife had always taken our kiddos to sit on Santas lap but unfortunately she had passed away this past spring, god rest her soul. So last Christmas it was my duty to take over. I packed my five daughters "the quints" into the station wagon and went down to LA Fitness Nrgize cafe. Waiting in the long line was a chore because all 5 of my 6 year old daughters are severely retarded, emotionally and physically. It was no easy feat waiting in line this long while they all intentionally threw up on each other and the other folks in line, and made "bathroom" in their pants and on the floor in protest. It was a mess, smelly wait to say the least, but when it was finally our turn, out of nowhere comes this Keith guy. I guess he was trying to make a grand entrance but wasn't counting on the floor to be so slippery from all of the vomit and fecal matter. He ran up full speed at Santa like he was going to tackle hime or something, hit the mess on the floor and started slipping. I guess he couldn't quite catch his balance because he started slipping on the caca and vomit for a full 30 count. His muscular limbs flying every which way. Just when you thought he was going to regain his composure he would slip and slide longer. I've never seen anything like it. It was a testament to his sheer athleticism. He must of lost 10 lbs in those 30 seconds from the violent thrashing. Luckily I was able to obtain security footage of him doing this. I used that footage to create the latest exercise sensation due out this fall. The 30 second thrash workout. Thanks Keith!! |
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