Hubby has been telling me for YEARS that I need to do a blog based on all of the things that make me crazy, and all of the things that make me laugh till I cry. I am a big stickler for service oriented issues so I decided that I would start some sort of review blog on these things that I run into every day. So, here goes.
Last night we went to the little Handy Pantry convenience store down the street to pick up late night snacks. Hubby wanted a Slim Jim and a box of popcorn. Well, they had some sort of Bass Pro Shop beef stick thing instead of Slim Jim, but I bought one. It should've been a giveaway how that was gonna go when Nancy, the lady behind the counter, said "You know some people come in here and buy these for their dogs." Now Nancy has always seemed a bit eclectic, so I didn't think anything of it. I should have. It was really really bad. So we trotted on over to the Exxon next door to see if they had Slim Jims. There is a Dunkin Donuts attached to the Exxon. Hubby and I had some work to do and caffeine seemed just the ticket. I have not had coffee since my unfortunate dismissal from Starbucks, so I was willing to give it a shot. I ordered a small vanilla nonfat latte.
But wait, let's walk through this together. I walked into the shop and there was no one to be seen. Not surprising as it was after 9 and they were probably getting close to closing. After maybe 90 seconds an employee comes out from behind the counter. Without making eye contact she walks all the way across the back of the counter to the hand sink. As she is washing her hands she says "what can I get you". Now call me fickle, but at this point I've already got the "oh no she didn't" eyes going on. Hubby pokes me and says "quit!". I wait until she turns around and ask for my small vanilla nonfat latte. Without saying anything she turns around and begins to make the drink. As I stand there feeling like I am totally in her way, Hubby just laughs, shakes his head, and walk away. Thanks honey. When she finishes, she turns around, tells me the total (2 something) and hands me the drink. As I am leaving she says in the friendliest voice since I've been there "Have a great night!". So now I'm left thinking where that comment came from? The tone was so different from her other two lines that I'm wondering if it was sarcasm?
Anywho, I go to the car and take a sip. Now I know that 6 years with the bucks can make some people coffee snobs, so just to be certain that I hadn't become one I had Hubby take a sip. "Oh My God, that's disgusting" were his exact words. So that $2 something went straight into the Exxon trash.
Bad service AND bad coffee? I won't be back.
