55 Cents For a Soda?
The trend for today continued.
Nothing terrrrrible, just lots of little things.
I went shopping at Trader Joe's after I go my rental car (which I got without any further difficulty).
After Trader Joe's I went over to Marshall's (I'm on the look out for shorts, and you never know what they have unless you look). At first I didn't find any shorts, but found a bunch of shirts to try on. I didn't like any of them well enough to buy. I found a separate rack of shorts on my way out, and although I was sweaty and tired out from my shirt trying-on extravaganza, I tried some on since that's what I really need. I bought 4 pairs (I plan to return 2 pair after I get some input).
When I went to the check out I got in the line that was closed, but the lady didn't bother to tell me that she was closed until I'd been standing there for 5 minutes. Then I got in a lane that had just opened up, letting the guy who'd been in front of me in the closed lane go ahead of me. He was only buying a pair of socks. After his transaction, the lady who's lane was closing realized she'd made a big error and had to have the manager void her transaction (one with a lot of items). The manager was the woman running the register in my lane. *sigh*
Eventually I got out of there, and to be honest, I really wasn't as annoyed or drained as I might have been. I don't really mind waiting, but I included it here since it seems to be indicative of my day.
On the way home I neeeeeeded to stop at McDonald's to get a coke. I went inside to avoid the long drive thru line. I got my cup and went to fill up my soda. It didn't look quite right so I took a sip. It was flat. Blech. I dumped it out and tried the other machine. Flat. I tried a different soda. Flat.
I went to the cashier and told her of the problem. I don't think she understood the word "carbonation" now that I think about it. She mostly just looked at me blankly. I asked if she could give me a soda from the machine by the drive thru. She said they didn't have any coke there. "Um, what? Ok, whatever," I thought. "Can I return the soda for a refund?" Perhaps she didn't understand the word "return" or "refund" because she offered me a new cup. A little frustrated now, I said, "no I don't want a soda that's flat, can I just return this?" She stared at me blankly again. I think she wanted me to just disappear, but I was determined, so I stared right back at her. Eventually the wheels started turning, "you want me to give me your money back?" she guessed. "Yes," I said, "yes that's what I want!"
She opened up the machine that automatically gives you the right changed and fished out 2 quarters and a nickel. I held them in the palm of my hand. Gazing down at them, I took a deep breath. I looked up and asked her, "55 cents for a soda?" Her eyes got wide and she said, "oh, sorry, sorry." and fished out 4 more quarters for me.
I stopped at a gas station on the way home and bought a bottle of coke for 99 cents.
I got back in the car a realized with an exasperated, "oh fuck" that I was supposed to be back at my house in 13 minutes. I estimated that it was possible to get back in time if there wasn't traffic. There wasn't much traffic, and the red lights weren't too long even though I hit every single one of them. I made it back with 2 minutes to spare. I had to be back to sell a couple of cds to a lady who was coming by to pick them up. Now it's close to 5 and she still hasn't come, or she came before 4 when I wasn't here.
When I got back I decided to prepare some blueberries and kefir. I filled a small bowl with frozen wild blueberries that are delicious and poured the kefir over them, then mixed them up. I figured I'd let them sit for a while to thaw while I fed the dogs and took them out.
I came back inside and was bent over to take the leash off the dogs when I heard a faint dripping sound. It dawned on me what it was, and I rushed into the kitchen to see Mojo, my cat, happily licking the kefir off the blueberries.
*sigh*
I shooed him away and tried to scoop off the top layer of blueberries, but I was too grossed out by the idea of even a little bit of cat spit mixed in with my snack, so I gave it back to Mojo.
I should have known. This is the cat that gnawed a huge chunk out of the middle of a block of gouda and gobbled up an unseemly amount of butter when left out on the counter. I guess he likes dairy. Who can blame him; I like dairy too.
Now I'm going to get back in my awesome rental car with my dogs and drive to the park and take a walk. There's a very good chance we'll get rained on, but I don't mind. I just hope I don't have a part three to write about when I get back.
Nothing terrrrrible, just lots of little things.
I went shopping at Trader Joe's after I go my rental car (which I got without any further difficulty).
After Trader Joe's I went over to Marshall's (I'm on the look out for shorts, and you never know what they have unless you look). At first I didn't find any shorts, but found a bunch of shirts to try on. I didn't like any of them well enough to buy. I found a separate rack of shorts on my way out, and although I was sweaty and tired out from my shirt trying-on extravaganza, I tried some on since that's what I really need. I bought 4 pairs (I plan to return 2 pair after I get some input).
When I went to the check out I got in the line that was closed, but the lady didn't bother to tell me that she was closed until I'd been standing there for 5 minutes. Then I got in a lane that had just opened up, letting the guy who'd been in front of me in the closed lane go ahead of me. He was only buying a pair of socks. After his transaction, the lady who's lane was closing realized she'd made a big error and had to have the manager void her transaction (one with a lot of items). The manager was the woman running the register in my lane. *sigh*
Eventually I got out of there, and to be honest, I really wasn't as annoyed or drained as I might have been. I don't really mind waiting, but I included it here since it seems to be indicative of my day.
On the way home I neeeeeeded to stop at McDonald's to get a coke. I went inside to avoid the long drive thru line. I got my cup and went to fill up my soda. It didn't look quite right so I took a sip. It was flat. Blech. I dumped it out and tried the other machine. Flat. I tried a different soda. Flat.
I went to the cashier and told her of the problem. I don't think she understood the word "carbonation" now that I think about it. She mostly just looked at me blankly. I asked if she could give me a soda from the machine by the drive thru. She said they didn't have any coke there. "Um, what? Ok, whatever," I thought. "Can I return the soda for a refund?" Perhaps she didn't understand the word "return" or "refund" because she offered me a new cup. A little frustrated now, I said, "no I don't want a soda that's flat, can I just return this?" She stared at me blankly again. I think she wanted me to just disappear, but I was determined, so I stared right back at her. Eventually the wheels started turning, "you want me to give me your money back?" she guessed. "Yes," I said, "yes that's what I want!"
She opened up the machine that automatically gives you the right changed and fished out 2 quarters and a nickel. I held them in the palm of my hand. Gazing down at them, I took a deep breath. I looked up and asked her, "55 cents for a soda?" Her eyes got wide and she said, "oh, sorry, sorry." and fished out 4 more quarters for me.
I stopped at a gas station on the way home and bought a bottle of coke for 99 cents.
I got back in the car a realized with an exasperated, "oh fuck" that I was supposed to be back at my house in 13 minutes. I estimated that it was possible to get back in time if there wasn't traffic. There wasn't much traffic, and the red lights weren't too long even though I hit every single one of them. I made it back with 2 minutes to spare. I had to be back to sell a couple of cds to a lady who was coming by to pick them up. Now it's close to 5 and she still hasn't come, or she came before 4 when I wasn't here.
When I got back I decided to prepare some blueberries and kefir. I filled a small bowl with frozen wild blueberries that are delicious and poured the kefir over them, then mixed them up. I figured I'd let them sit for a while to thaw while I fed the dogs and took them out.
I came back inside and was bent over to take the leash off the dogs when I heard a faint dripping sound. It dawned on me what it was, and I rushed into the kitchen to see Mojo, my cat, happily licking the kefir off the blueberries.
*sigh*
I shooed him away and tried to scoop off the top layer of blueberries, but I was too grossed out by the idea of even a little bit of cat spit mixed in with my snack, so I gave it back to Mojo.
I should have known. This is the cat that gnawed a huge chunk out of the middle of a block of gouda and gobbled up an unseemly amount of butter when left out on the counter. I guess he likes dairy. Who can blame him; I like dairy too.
Now I'm going to get back in my awesome rental car with my dogs and drive to the park and take a walk. There's a very good chance we'll get rained on, but I don't mind. I just hope I don't have a part three to write about when I get back.