Must...remember...why..I...don't...come...here...Grrrrrr!
Because it was so hot, I thought I'd treat my family to cheap sundaes on the way home, a little after 9pm tonight. I figured McD's would be fast, easy and cheap. Wrong! AFTER I got in the line of cars and another car was behind me I found out they did not have ice cream! First I'd waited a good 15 minutes to inch up to the intercom. Just before I reached it I could see the lit up sign with the menu but could not read the fine print from there and couldn't see the milkshakes, cones etc. Then I saw a piece of paper taped over the ice cream products with handwriting that was not readable in the dark. Just as I got to the intercom I could see the words, "no ice cream, no shakes, no cones, no sundaes". Of course there was no way to get out of the line so I was stuck there stewing over the wasted time. I said into the intercom, "Well, I was going to get some sundaes but it says No Ice Cream so I guess I'm out of luck" and drove forward. I sat and waited and inched forward, wishing I'd gone to Gag-in the-Bag instead--they do have decent shakes. When I got to the paying window I just rolled past it and didn't say anything. It was pushing 9:30pm when I finally got to the window where they give you your food. I stopped and said, "Is the manager handy?" The girl looked at me blankly, then called another girl over. I repeated, "Is there a manager I can talk to?" Blank stare. Cars behind me. "Do you know what a manager is?" God help me I couldn't help myself. She said "Hola," or something and left for a second returning with a very WASP-ish white man about 30 who was the manager. I was relieved he looked like he could understand English and I told him, not too unreasonably, "I just waited at least 20 minutes in line to buy sundaes because the sign saying you didn't have any ice cream was only visible after I was in line with people behind me." He said, "There's a sign that says no ice cream?" I swear, that's what he said. Have I entered the Twilight Zone or something? I said yes, there is a piece of paper over the sign that says no ice cream, no sundaes, no cones, no shakes. He said, "Oh, they were supposed to take that down." LIKE WHEN???? He did say sorry but I said "Well it's too late now I'm going to Jack-in-the-Box." I'm so embarrassed to have uttered those words. I felt like a little kid saying, "I'm gonna tell my Mommy!" Then I drove away, not fast, no peeling rubber, no profanities, just vowing not to come back. I probably hadn't been here for 2 or more years. Hope I remember why if I'm ever thinking about coming back. As I drove away I was thinking, why didn't they tell me when I first said I was going to buy sundaes but they were out, that they now had them? I'll take Chipotles any day.
Oh yeah, I stopped at JB's and after encountering another barely-English-speaking clerk I came home with an Oreo Milkshake. I told my family--"I don't care if you want any or not--you're going to have some because of what I went though to get it!" My husband just chuckled that polite chuckle of one who wasn't really paying attention but tries to appear as if they were and accepted his gift. My daughter assured me she had no intention of complaining. I told my husband it's a good thing I don't carry a gun. read more