Welcome to Grim Yelp Reviews, a regular feature where we share people’s worst experiences at the worst places. This week: five little pumpkins sitting on a gate. Rotting and filled with mold and next to some neglected animals.
We’ve certainly established in this space that fall is the absolute worst of all the seasons, but it does admittedly have its charms. An entire holiday celebrating death! Beglittered skulls for sale at every CVS! Strangers handing your children candy, which you will then claim for yourself! And, of course, pumpkins, which taste pretty good, except in M&M form, and are moderately fun to stab into a fanciful shape.
You wouldn’t believe it’s possible to have a truly bad time at a pumpkin patch, pickin out your stabbin’ pumpkin. And that, dear reader, is where about a million Yelp reviews will prove you wrong. Never has a Grim Yelp column been so surprisingly easy to write, and for that, I am honestly not sure whether to be delighted or horrified. (Thanks to reader Jared for this emotionally scarring suggestion, you will be receiving an invoice from my therapist.)
As always, to protect the names of the innocent and not-so-innocent alike, we’ve redacted the names of the businesses, as well as the identities of the Yelpers who wrote the reviews. We realize you can probably find out all of that information by employing five seconds of Google magic. That’s on you, though.
Cantankerous Owners
A surprising number of pumpkin patches are run by people who are just worked down to their last goddamn nerve by the pumpkin-buying public.
