A few nights ago I had to go pick Jessie up from her mother’s house. On the way back we stopped by Sally’s so I could pick up some Tend Skin (which, btw ladies, is great for getting rid of razor burn on freshly shaved legs!). Jim’s been in the process of replacing some of the plumbing in our kitchen, so I figured I’d stop by the Subway next door and grab some grub to go.
We ordered and were waiting in front of the cash register so I could pay. I was a little irritated because I had to repeat my order to the little blond chickie behind the counter three times … we were the only ones in the store, and I’m pretty sure she heard what Jess and I ordered because she was standing right beside the guy who made the sandwiches.
Ok, whatever, maybe she’s *really* forgetful …
She rings me up and I pay. She hands us our food and walks away. Seeing that there were no cups available and we had combo meals I asked if I could have the cups. She hands me two adult cups and turns to walk off again. I asked about Jessie’s meal and she says “Yeah, she gets one too.” She stands there and just looks at me.
*blink* “Ok, then … can I have it?”
She looks around, as if confused for a second, then says “Oh, yeah, ok.”
I sent Jessie off to fix the drinks while I checked to make sure we had everything in the bag before leaving … and glad I did. They didn’t give Jessie her side (apple slices) or a toy in her kids bag — not a big deal to you or me, but anyone with kids knows how important that kids meal toy is!
I called the cashier over and asked about Jessie’s apple slices. She gestured to the cooler behind me and said “Oh, you have to get those yourself.” I turned around and looked in the cooler, it was empty. I thought to myself, “this girl is either REALLY stupid, or just REALLY lazy!”
I said, “There’s nothing in there.” She replies, “Oh, then I guess we’re out.” I told her that it would have been nice to have been informed of that when I ordered. At this point, I was getting REALLY irritated and was considering asking for a refund and going to BK just up the street. The young man who made the food had been watching all of this, he went in the back for a second and out with Jessie’s apple slices. He put them in my bag and told the cashier that all fruits, salads, etc. are kept in their cooler behind the counter.
She then looks at me, laughs and says, “Oh well, there you go! I guess I can’t help it … I’m dumb because I’m just a blond.”
You know, I hate getting bad service, and I know by now this girl was all too ready to get me out of the door and out of her hair. I’m not that hard to please, but if you are too lazy to do your damned job, I’m going to give you a hard time because I won’t take “non-service” like some people will … kiss my ass, and give me my damn kids meal! :evil:
I looked at her and said, “I don’t think so honey. I know plenty of smart blondes. Your intelligence, personality, or work ethic have absolute squat to do with the color of your hair.”
She looked at me kind of funny and watched as we got our stuff together and turned to leave. As we were walking out the door, I turned and said, “And I may be a redhead, but that’s not what makes me a bitch.”