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Grocery Store Update:

nota bene said:
They're everywhere! The late Vincent Bugliosi wrote about the "ordinary incompetence" that afflicts every industry and profession, including the legal profession. Although it's reasonable to expect a simple fast-food order or motion to be filled or filed correctly, it's more sensible to expect that that which cannot possibly be screwed up will be. :mrgreen:
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Honestly, it is a pet peeve if I am ordering fast-food for a group and someone has a bunch of special requests. Not only is the chance approaching zero that their order will come out how they wanted it, but for every special request they make it means something will be wrong with someone else's order as well.

Ask for your fries fresh and you get old, dark brown fries, and my chicken sandwich has a frozen chicken breast in it. :lol:

Maybe that is why my anxiety always spikes at a restaurant when someone at the table starts asking the waiter a lot of questions.
 
sjmay said:
Not just you, I had to wear one yesterday, mandatory for the doctor I had to go to, hated it, absolutely despised it, not comfortable, couldn't breathe, I was fidgeting with it, it's brutal.
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Thank you for the reality check. About half way through my adventure, I found myself a little short of breath. Probably anxiety. Breathing my own hot breath was just gross.

I also found myself a bit emotional. Part of this, I think, was smiling at everybody (I'm a smiler and greeter) and then realizing that they couldn't see my smile. I teared right on up. And then I saw one woman with an N95 and became suddenly so angry. I don't have much of a temper, so I was pretty horrified by this flash of fury...which I don't even understand. Mask envy, I guess. :(
 
Was able to get everything at Costco yesterday except some cleaning supplies yesterday (paper towels, toilet paper, meat, etc). Most everyone was wearing masks.
 
jmotivator said:
Honestly, it is a pet peeve if I am ordering fast-food for a group and someone has a bunch of special requests. Not only is the chance approaching zero that their order will come out how they wanted it, but for every special request they make it means something will be wrong with someone else's order as well.

Ask for your fries fresh and you get old, dark brown fries, and my chicken sandwich has a frozen chicken breast in it. :lol:

Maybe that is why my anxiety always spikes at a restaurant when someone at the table starts asking the waiter a lot of questions.
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My best friend's husband does this. Part is curiosity...but part is showing off, I think.

I'm not a "special requests" person at all. At a Mexican restaurant, I always do ask for onions (OF COURSE). What I don't understand is screwing up simple orders. If you're asked whether you want white meat or dark chicken and answer "white," why do you receive dark? If you say at Burger King that you want everything on the hamburger, why are you asked then if you want tomatoes. And lettuce. And onions. Separately. And then don't have the tomatoes or whatever anyway. Arrrrgh.

I haven't had a hamburger in 6 weeks. Need to change this topic! My particular gripe is my name being misspelled. I learned in grade school to spell out both my first and last names. I watch people all the time write down my first name, and then they go right on ahead and misspell it anyway. Cleaners, picture-framers, everybody all my life. Years ago I made a pledge to my local MHMR, and when the paperwork arrived and I saw that my name was misspelled, I phoned to make the correction. Whoever answered the phone apologized and said he'd resend the paperwork promptly. And he did--with my name misspelled in a new way. Obliviots. :twisted:
 
nota bene said:
My best friend's husband does this. Part is curiosity...but part is showing off, I think.

I'm not a "special requests" person at all. At a Mexican restaurant, I always do ask for onions (OF COURSE). What I don't understand is screwing up simple orders. If you're asked whether you want white meat or dark chicken and answer "white," why do you receive dark? If you say at Burger King that you want everything on the hamburger, why are you asked then if you want tomatoes. And lettuce. And onions. Separately. And then don't have the tomatoes or whatever anyway. Arrrrgh.

I haven't had a hamburger in 6 weeks. Need to change this topic! My particular gripe is my name being misspelled. I learned in grade school to spell out both my first and last names. I watch people all the time write down my first name, and then they go right on ahead and misspell it anyway. Cleaners, picture-framers, everybody all my life. Years ago I made a pledge to my local MHMR, and when the paperwork arrived and I saw that my name was misspelled, I phoned to make the correction. Whoever answered the phone apologized and said he'd resend the paperwork promptly. And he did--with my name misspelled in a new way. Obliviots. :twisted:
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I think this is why I frequent Taco Bell for lunch when I am at work... It's all just 3 or 4 ingredients anyway, so no matter what you are getting basically what you ordered. :lol:

(Full disclosure, on the topic of names: Even though my brain knows the term "nota bene", the 7 year old in my heart reads your name as "Not a bean". Every. Time. :lol:)
 
jmotivator said:
I think this is why I frequent Taco Bell for lunch when I am at work... It's all just 3 or 4 ingredients anyway, so no matter what you are getting basically what you ordered. :lol:

(Full disclosure, on the topic of names: Even though my brain knows the term "nota bene", the 7 year old in my heart reads your name as "Not a bean". Every. Time. :lol:)
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I read some names that way myself.

And thanks; now I also want Taco Bell. How sad. :lol:
 
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