Going off on a Dairy Queen employee......

No one who ponders self-surgery has the right to opine about WTF is wrong with him.

 

old tony, I never thought about doing that (for every complaint, offer a good one in return). That is a major difference in who works there and does well and the ones who are merely there to pick up a check.

I stopped at the pharamacy to pick-up my RX before heading home to change clothes and head to a fashion show a few friends of mine were a part of. The interns were running the show all by their damn selves. I walked up to one of the interns and told him my name and I was here to pick-up a prescription. He spends ten minutes looking around and couldn't find it. Come to find out the girl I spoke with several days earlier told me that it would be ready by Friday night and I could get my med on Saturday.

The intern then spends 20 minutes tending to everyone else, while I sat and waited. I was going to say "fuck it" and phone my doctor's office to send a new RX to Wal-Mart, when the intern finally calls me and gives me my med. I had to go to the show with the clothes I had on. I was so under-dressed, I should have not bothered to show up.

Next I fill a RX with the pharamacy I go to, I will only go during the week, when the real pharmacists are there. Those interns looked lost on Saturday.

 

Probably a harpoon.

There will be an update on this very subject this evening.

Probably time for another self-induced surgery.

 

Sounds to me like they were pretty busy and/or she was having a bad day. Cut the kid some slack.

She said "Here" instead of "Here you go." She said the quite common "Yup" instead of "You're welcome." Whoop de damn do. Hardly seems worth a thread on a message board.

 

Actually, the erosion of common courtesy is a pretty big deal.

 

Never piss off someone who is handling your food...

 

Her version:

It was so busy. Cars were lined up forever, it seemed. We had so many orders right in a row that it was hard to keep track. I didn't want to get anyone's order wrong, so I asked this guy who drove up what he had ordered.

"A small ice cream cone and a Dilly Bar!" he growled, almost biting my head off. Gee, I was just asking to make sure.

I closed the window, made the cone, found a Dilly Bar, and handed it to him. He looked like he had never seen a Dilly Bar before.

He mumbled, "Thanks."

In exhaustion, I said "Yup" and closed the window. He looked like I had insulted his mother and drove off in a huff.

What is wrong with some people?

 

Who still gets the Dilly Bar?

 

Is that a Dilly Bar? I've never heard of it.

 

Dilly Bars are the shit.

 

Ding, ding, ding. Every now and then people should try looking at the other person's point of view.

 

I called and left a message for the owner.