Cold, cold, cold!
Last night I went to a Mothers' Center fundraising committee meeting after dinner. I usually take Jana as we usually see other kids there, but it was too cold to go out. My Jeep said it was 20F and I'm sure there was windchill. And I kept the Jeep in 4x4, streets were rather icy.
Jana seems to love the snow, and we're getting accumulation here! She even enjoys shoveling, pardon me, "scooping" the snow off the walk. But the wind just makes it really bad. It looks like we may be able to pull out the new sledding tray we picked up a couple of weeks ago at a dollar store. I just hope there's no windchill when she plays this weekend.
I came home at 9:45pm and told Michael that I just spent about 30 minutes at our local Coffee Tree Roasters to pick up some beans. So he asked me how I spent 30 minutes there.
I noticed they had Tazania Peaberry and Hawaiian Kona recently brewed on the 23rd. Not able to pick between the 2, I asked for a half pound of each. One person rings me up and sheepishly explains that Kona is very expensive. I just smile. We've been buying our Kona beans from them since November when we discovered how often they roast beans.
The other employee there took about 7 minutes to fill my order. She kept adding a handful of beans at a time to the scale. Sigh. I'm tired, it's cold and I still have a tip ready in my hand to drop off as soon as I get my order. Suddenly, I hear, "Would you like a bag with a handle too?" I look up to see a single big bag, my jaw drops open and I ask, "Did you mix my beans?" She looked like she recognized my look of shock, "You didn't want them mixed? Oh. Usually when people order 2 beans, they want them mixed. Ok. I see. I'll take care of that."
She's faster this time, and takes about 5 minutes. She hands me a single pound bag, AGAIN. I defeatingly ask, "Are the beans mixed again?" "No, I layered them this time."
Shock. Shock. Shock.
The other employee comes back wondering what's going on. This one says, "It's okay, it's just a miscommunication. Maybe we can separate the beans." They dump the bag and start going through the beans to separate them.
Shock. Shock. Shock.
"Oh, they wound up getting mixed."
Shock. Shock. Shock.
The other employee pulls out 2 bags and labels them. Hands them to the other employee without saying anything and leaves. This one just kept saying how people she's been helping have been wanting their beans mixed. First time? Okay, if the last customer you had wanted it mixed. But the second time?
I finally get my 2 single bags of beans. I didn't know what to say throughout all of this. I simply offered my sympathies and left a tip. I was rather saddened to see a pound of freshly roasted Kona ($30/lb) and Peaberry ($10-11/lb) potentially wasted. As I was leaving, they were discussing what they should do with the mixed beans.
Jana seems to love the snow, and we're getting accumulation here! She even enjoys shoveling, pardon me, "scooping" the snow off the walk. But the wind just makes it really bad. It looks like we may be able to pull out the new sledding tray we picked up a couple of weeks ago at a dollar store. I just hope there's no windchill when she plays this weekend.
I came home at 9:45pm and told Michael that I just spent about 30 minutes at our local Coffee Tree Roasters to pick up some beans. So he asked me how I spent 30 minutes there.
I noticed they had Tazania Peaberry and Hawaiian Kona recently brewed on the 23rd. Not able to pick between the 2, I asked for a half pound of each. One person rings me up and sheepishly explains that Kona is very expensive. I just smile. We've been buying our Kona beans from them since November when we discovered how often they roast beans.
The other employee there took about 7 minutes to fill my order. She kept adding a handful of beans at a time to the scale. Sigh. I'm tired, it's cold and I still have a tip ready in my hand to drop off as soon as I get my order. Suddenly, I hear, "Would you like a bag with a handle too?" I look up to see a single big bag, my jaw drops open and I ask, "Did you mix my beans?" She looked like she recognized my look of shock, "You didn't want them mixed? Oh. Usually when people order 2 beans, they want them mixed. Ok. I see. I'll take care of that."
She's faster this time, and takes about 5 minutes. She hands me a single pound bag, AGAIN. I defeatingly ask, "Are the beans mixed again?" "No, I layered them this time."
Shock. Shock. Shock.
The other employee comes back wondering what's going on. This one says, "It's okay, it's just a miscommunication. Maybe we can separate the beans." They dump the bag and start going through the beans to separate them.
Shock. Shock. Shock.
"Oh, they wound up getting mixed."
Shock. Shock. Shock.
The other employee pulls out 2 bags and labels them. Hands them to the other employee without saying anything and leaves. This one just kept saying how people she's been helping have been wanting their beans mixed. First time? Okay, if the last customer you had wanted it mixed. But the second time?
I finally get my 2 single bags of beans. I didn't know what to say throughout all of this. I simply offered my sympathies and left a tip. I was rather saddened to see a pound of freshly roasted Kona ($30/lb) and Peaberry ($10-11/lb) potentially wasted. As I was leaving, they were discussing what they should do with the mixed beans.