Sunday, September 13, 2009

Dad Update and More Fast Food Baloney

Dad Update
Dad's feeling very tired. His doctors say it's to be expected at this point in his chemo. His blood levels keep going up and down. None of them are horribly off, but they aren't stable enough for him to go home. Today, he started running a low grade fever, has had some mental confusion due to an Ativan injection he was given to help him sleep and his cough has returned. Here's hoping tomorrow gives us good news all around. He's scheduled for another abdominal scan then.

That's Not What I Ordered
Yesterday I pulled into Jack in the Box and ordered grilled checken tenders and a Tropical Smoothie.

When I got to the window, I noticed a pink NON-tropical smoothie on the ledge. The cashier picked up the pink smoothie, walked to one of the other workers and asked her a question. She came back to the window and handed the very pink to me through the window.

I just looked at it.

She looked at me and honest-to-god said, "It's strawberry."

I said, "I didn't order strawberry."

She said, "We don't have tropical smoothies."

I just stared at her.

She said, "I meant to tell you."

I continued to stare.

She said, I swear to you, she said, "It's strawberry. It's my favorite."

Would somebody please tell me what the f*ck that has to do with not only not telling me that there are no tropical smoothies, but handing me something I didn't even order.

Rather than asking for a refund and ordering a different drink (I was in a hurry), I gave the girl a dirty look, took the strawberry smoothie and drove away.

I hate it when people make me act like a b*tch.


Lorna said...

strawberry drink? Yuck! And no I didn't notice the zit on your forehead, but could it have anything to do with strawberry drinks?

Susan in St. Paul said...


I think the dirty look you gave was just fine, restrained even.

Anonymous said...

Baby sis:

I know how you feel. I'm already a bitch so I don't need their help. Plus I sent out a warning to co-workers today. I'm tired of hospitals, I'm tire of my world being turned upside down. My grass is so tall in the backyard I thought I lost my dog. I need a good drunk but who has the friggin time.

Poor poor pitiful me.

Laurie said...

Lorna, the strawberry drink actually wasn't bad.

Susan, thanks for the vote of confidence.

Baby sis, I was just asking someone yesterday if normal is too much to ask. Just one day of normal would be nice.