Just a few rants about general shopping & restaurant observations as my David's experience touched a nerve with my "fans" (all three of them), so here are some more:
1) Why do people that work at Baskin Robbins hate their jobs? Seriously, on the fast food spectrum of work, they have it pretty good. It's not stinky, it's not hot, people who eat there are generally happy and satisfied with their order. I just don't get it. In general, they are a miserable lot. They mess up my chocolate mint mojo.
2) On that note, why do I hear audible sighs of resentment at Panera whenever I ask for jam to go with my roll or croissant? If it's so difficult to hand over a tablespoon of jam, then maybe, you should make it the self service variety. The check-out people act as if my jam request comes out of their paycheck. For that matter, why does Panera give you that hard lump of bread with no condiment and THEN breathe loudly out loud when you ask for something small in which to make it edible? Go figure.
3) I love to discount shop. Give me an hour at Big Lots or Ross and I'm a happy girl. Oh, and the people that work there are very nice to me at these places. My issue? My fellow man. Seems like if you had no patience for children, then your mind/body clock would have told you that hey, "two kids is enough sister. It's really all you can handle." But no! Let's go have kid 3, 4 and 5 and schlep them all to stores so that we can beat on them when they misbehave and totally disrupt and upset Mrs. Personality's shopping experience and make her toss in bed in the night. Nothing crawls on me more than seeing a kid getting punished, I just can't stand it. And I think, if that goes on all "out and about" then what on earth happens at home? I realize there are different parenting styles but there is a very hot corner in hell for people that harm children. Just sayin'
4) I was at Big Lots yesterday (yes, I DO love it) and a little girl was misbehaving and she was getting chewed out by her German (I guess) father in German. Of course, I don't speak German. It's possible he could have been saying: "My fairy princes, I adore you with all my being." But because she was crying and he was speaking in a language than not even a German can find pretty, I find that doubtful. I had to stop looking at the toasters, just couldn't handle it. And I need a toaster.
So that's just all in one weekend as they say. Here's hoping to better experiences in the service industry this week.