Took my son to the drive through at Wendys yesterday. Greeted at the speaker by an exuberant, overly cheerful voice, who heard number one single and nothing beyond that. The order came to $18.06. Wendys offers a military discount and I typically ask for it as I did yesterday.
Got to the window, cheerful, maybe 18 something year old cashier says $18.06. I showed her my id and she said oh right, military, and gets her manager, comes back and says you need to show your ID to my manager. No problem. Haul it out again. Manager looks, fiddles with the register, and cashier tells me $18.06. I said wait a minute, how come the price with the discount is the same price as it was without the discount. Really not sarcastically, I consciously check myself for that; I was just confused.
And she says, simmer down, simmer down.
So now I'm irritated as crap. I swear to God, you can say almost anything to me and I'll let it blow over mostly. But simmer down, calm down are trigger words to me. Especially if I'm not irritated. Yet.
She gives me the new price I pay. She gives me the food and says she hopes I find God.
At this point, I'm ready to tell her, she's about to find God herself and it won't be pleasant.
I swear I'm this close to yelling at kids on my lawn.
Got to the window, cheerful, maybe 18 something year old cashier says $18.06. I showed her my id and she said oh right, military, and gets her manager, comes back and says you need to show your ID to my manager. No problem. Haul it out again. Manager looks, fiddles with the register, and cashier tells me $18.06. I said wait a minute, how come the price with the discount is the same price as it was without the discount. Really not sarcastically, I consciously check myself for that; I was just confused.
And she says, simmer down, simmer down.
So now I'm irritated as crap. I swear to God, you can say almost anything to me and I'll let it blow over mostly. But simmer down, calm down are trigger words to me. Especially if I'm not irritated. Yet.
She gives me the new price I pay. She gives me the food and says she hopes I find God.
At this point, I'm ready to tell her, she's about to find God herself and it won't be pleasant.
I swear I'm this close to yelling at kids on my lawn.
