So I go to a nearby They're Everywhere!!! coffee and donut shop for supper (aware as I do so that I am eating out FAR too much these days ...) Many of their outlets have recently started selling Chilly Creek ice cream and ice cream products.
I'm waiting in the line to get to the counter (I'm next) and there an older guy (older than me, I mean) at the station just off to my left. I can't hear the whole conversation -- he wasn't shouting but he was speaking with a certain intensity, as befits the situation.
And what was the situation?
Why, apparently earlier on, some nefarious employee had told him they could make parfaits. And either he or his wife was now just DYING for a chocolate-peanut parfait.
And some poor kid had just told him they don't make parfaits.
First, of course, he had to question the kid's competency to be working there at all. Then a second staff member got involved, but they still didn't make parfaits. He seemed stunned that this was still the case (but not, alas stunned enough to STFU).
Eventually a third staff member loomed up to see what the hell was going on. By this point he was describing the staff member who had (no doubt with malice aforethought) given him the WRONG INFORMATION -- presumably so she could be whipped and keelhauled the next time she showed her face around the premises.
The third staff member seemed to be a more senior member, who was clearly unfazed by this kind of crap (no doubt having developed an immunity by way of repeated exposure). She basically told him, very politely, "We don't make those. Here's what we do/can make. Which of them do you want?"
He finally chose something else, with an air of doing them a great favour, and left. When I looked over again, all three of them were doubled over, laughing so hard they couldn't talk.
I'm waiting in the line to get to the counter (I'm next) and there an older guy (older than me, I mean) at the station just off to my left. I can't hear the whole conversation -- he wasn't shouting but he was speaking with a certain intensity, as befits the situation.
And what was the situation?
Why, apparently earlier on, some nefarious employee had told him they could make parfaits. And either he or his wife was now just DYING for a chocolate-peanut parfait.
And some poor kid had just told him they don't make parfaits.
First, of course, he had to question the kid's competency to be working there at all. Then a second staff member got involved, but they still didn't make parfaits. He seemed stunned that this was still the case (but not, alas stunned enough to STFU).
Eventually a third staff member loomed up to see what the hell was going on. By this point he was describing the staff member who had (no doubt with malice aforethought) given him the WRONG INFORMATION -- presumably so she could be whipped and keelhauled the next time she showed her face around the premises.
The third staff member seemed to be a more senior member, who was clearly unfazed by this kind of crap (no doubt having developed an immunity by way of repeated exposure). She basically told him, very politely, "We don't make those. Here's what we do/can make. Which of them do you want?"
He finally chose something else, with an air of doing them a great favour, and left. When I looked over again, all three of them were doubled over, laughing so hard they couldn't talk.
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