Over this past weekend, Mac was craving ice cream and wanted to go to cold stone, I am not a huge fan of chunky things in my ice cream but he really likes it so I have no issues, I normally get something and maybe one mix-in.
We got to the local place and we're checking it out, and trying to decide on what we both wanted, it was slow and I'm sure that the two young ladies working were bored, but they both came over and despite the "we need a few to decide" comment, they both hovered and offered a bunch of rapid fire suggestions.
I'm constantly pushing Mac to be kind to workers so I let it go. He gets his order and I go with razzberry and white chocolate and pecans, the young lady fixing mine repeats it back to me correctly, I say that's correct and then looking at me the whole time mashes an un-wrapped kit-kat into the ice cream.
This grosses me out, it looks like (don't read if you have a weak stomach) baby poop and I'm a little un-nerved because it wasn't wrapped up. I take one look at it and my stomach churns. I speak up and say that's not right and she blushes and says "Oh well we'll throw it in." I say "No, thanks though I've lost my appetite" and have to leave for some fresh air. I say to Mac get yours and I'll meet you outside, it's not a big deal.
He got outside and was angry about what had been said after I'd left and now wants to write a letter. I'm torn because it was my odd stomach and mindset that grossed me out as mucha s the combo of kit-kat and razzberry sorbet and think that I'll just not go back to that one.
Any thoughts?
Jinxy
We got to the local place and we're checking it out, and trying to decide on what we both wanted, it was slow and I'm sure that the two young ladies working were bored, but they both came over and despite the "we need a few to decide" comment, they both hovered and offered a bunch of rapid fire suggestions.
I'm constantly pushing Mac to be kind to workers so I let it go. He gets his order and I go with razzberry and white chocolate and pecans, the young lady fixing mine repeats it back to me correctly, I say that's correct and then looking at me the whole time mashes an un-wrapped kit-kat into the ice cream.
This grosses me out, it looks like (don't read if you have a weak stomach) baby poop and I'm a little un-nerved because it wasn't wrapped up. I take one look at it and my stomach churns. I speak up and say that's not right and she blushes and says "Oh well we'll throw it in." I say "No, thanks though I've lost my appetite" and have to leave for some fresh air. I say to Mac get yours and I'll meet you outside, it's not a big deal.
He got outside and was angry about what had been said after I'd left and now wants to write a letter. I'm torn because it was my odd stomach and mindset that grossed me out as mucha s the combo of kit-kat and razzberry sorbet and think that I'll just not go back to that one.
Any thoughts?
Jinxy
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