In the interest of full disclosure, there are some, well, physiological reasons that I might be a little on EDGE today. But, even if I am not in the perkiest state of mind, I should be able to expect even the most basic form of COMMON SENSE when dealing with others.
I took the boys to lunch today at a local deli. Their soup of the day was potato which is Daniel's favorite. And there, atop the cash register, sat two sizes: Regular and Large (two cups of slighty differing capacities.)
So I ordered: "I'd like a regular potato soup, an order of nachos, and a large drink. Thanks."
"We're out of the regular soup," the rocket scientist behind the register informed me.
"So, do you have any other soups?" I inquire.
"Oh,we have the potato soup. We just don't have it in regular."
What about unleaded? I'm so confused. The room is starting to spin a little.
I take it a little further. "So, you have the potato soup but I can only buy a large portion?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Is that because you ran out of regular-sized cups?" This is beginning to entertain me.
My left eye is now twitching.
"Well, do you THINK that we might be able to buy a regular-sized amount of soup but you just use the larger container so that I won't have to buy $5.50 worth of soup that he won't finish?"
"Fine." SHE is now annoyed with ME.
But it gets better.
She rings up my order and, as she is scanning my credit card, there is a coupon for today's special laying at the counter. FREE NACHOS with purchase of a large drink. (A $3.00 savings).
"Ma'am. Um, if today's special is a free nacho with a large drink and I just bought an order of nachos and large drink, wouldn't my nachos be free?"
She looks at me as if I just landed on the counter in a spaceship.
"Well, it would but I just charged your card."
"Yes, I SEE that but could you not undo that considering I bought those two things and it's today's special and the nachos should be free?"
"My manager is not here."
At that point, I seriously looked around for a camera crew thinking I was on an episode of Punkd or What Would You Do?
You know, there are times in life when it's just not worth the fight. When the difference between fighting for what is right and curling up in the fetal position underneath the first booth on the left is nothing but a fine little line. There are times when stupid is simply stupid (Yes, Jacob I said the S-word) and you just decide to go on with life.
I'll just consider that $3.00 a small price to pay for a ringside seat at Are You Smarter than a Gnat?
Sigh. Pass the Midol, please.