Amy's Ice Creams.
So I go into the Amy's in the Arbor. They don't take credit cards, so I have to write a check, like an old lady.
Anyway, the guy is making my ice cream and (since I'm a fatty fat fatty) I ordered two pints to take home. When the guy finished making the first pint he went back to get more ice cream, so I'm thinking 'Oh no, I misspoke and he's going to make me two pints of 1 ice cream but really I want 2 pints of different ice creams and if I let him keep digging out ice cream I'm going to end up going home with 2 pints of the same ice cream and I don't know if I'll eat it all and if he makes the other pint I don't know if I'll be able to tell him "no, nevermind" so I'll HAVE to take it home...' BLAHBLAHBLAH... THIS IS GOING THROUGH MY HEAD A MILLION MILES A MINUTE....
So I grab the other worker's attention and ask her to stop him so that he doesn't make ANOTHER pint of the same ice cream. She looks at me in total confusion, meanwhile a HUGE LINE of people has started to form behind me, and everyone is looking at me like 'omg, why the fuck are you taking so long? And now you have the fucking balls to distract the OTHER worker and make this line move even SLOWER?!'
And the guy making my ice cream goes "No, I'm not making another pint... I just wanted to fill this one up.." and I realize it hadn't been filled to the top and he was just being super fucking nice and topping it off.
So, I'm completely mortified/embarrased/want to die at this point that I haven't even had time to think of what I want as my second pint.
So I just get something that sounds good banana-pudding (and it is good, thank god) and get ready to pay. So I tell him all I have is a check (b/c it's fucking 2008 - who the fuck carries cash except old people?) and he's like 'You have to write your phone number, driver's license & something else on the top of the check.' Meanwhile, the line is getting longer and people are hating me even more b/c I'm writing a fucking check. And, of course, the guy is really soft-spoken so I had to ask him to repeat the amount to me, and then he ended up giving me a penny back to fucking top-off the awkwardness of it all. I was like 'Wha? omg, I'm SO sorry' and he's just like 'uh, it's okay.'
Ohmygod.
This is why I stay at home and play video games. I cannot handle human interaction. I am socially retarded.
Anyway, the guy is making my ice cream and (since I'm a fatty fat fatty) I ordered two pints to take home. When the guy finished making the first pint he went back to get more ice cream, so I'm thinking 'Oh no, I misspoke and he's going to make me two pints of 1 ice cream but really I want 2 pints of different ice creams and if I let him keep digging out ice cream I'm going to end up going home with 2 pints of the same ice cream and I don't know if I'll eat it all and if he makes the other pint I don't know if I'll be able to tell him "no, nevermind" so I'll HAVE to take it home...' BLAHBLAHBLAH... THIS IS GOING THROUGH MY HEAD A MILLION MILES A MINUTE....
So I grab the other worker's attention and ask her to stop him so that he doesn't make ANOTHER pint of the same ice cream. She looks at me in total confusion, meanwhile a HUGE LINE of people has started to form behind me, and everyone is looking at me like 'omg, why the fuck are you taking so long? And now you have the fucking balls to distract the OTHER worker and make this line move even SLOWER?!'
And the guy making my ice cream goes "No, I'm not making another pint... I just wanted to fill this one up.." and I realize it hadn't been filled to the top and he was just being super fucking nice and topping it off.
So, I'm completely mortified/embarrased/want to die at this point that I haven't even had time to think of what I want as my second pint.
So I just get something that sounds good banana-pudding (and it is good, thank god) and get ready to pay. So I tell him all I have is a check (b/c it's fucking 2008 - who the fuck carries cash except old people?) and he's like 'You have to write your phone number, driver's license & something else on the top of the check.' Meanwhile, the line is getting longer and people are hating me even more b/c I'm writing a fucking check. And, of course, the guy is really soft-spoken so I had to ask him to repeat the amount to me, and then he ended up giving me a penny back to fucking top-off the awkwardness of it all. I was like 'Wha? omg, I'm SO sorry' and he's just like 'uh, it's okay.'
Ohmygod.
This is why I stay at home and play video games. I cannot handle human interaction. I am socially retarded.