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grrgoylI love vegetables. I really do. Broccoli, asparagus, peas, corn, even squash...yum. Yet whenever I am charged with buying the ingredients for dinner, I AlwaysAlwaysAlways end up forgetting about the vegetables, so consistently in fact that at this point it is becoming hugely hilarious.
Today for example, I had to get only 5 items: ground beef, ketchup, condensed milk, an onion and broccoli. Simple, no? Well it would be if I wasn't too pigheaded to write them down. My method of grocery shopping is to remember the number of things I am supposed to get, and shop until I have that number of things. The obvious flaw in this plan is that as I wander down the aisles, invariably things get mentally added to the list so often that the original number is quite forgotten.
Before I left I talked to Tery on the phone. "Now what are you getting for dinner?" she asked to test me.
"Ummm, the meat, ketchup...condensed milk....and....don't tell me...an onion!" I was so proud of myself for remembering that last one.
"And BROCCOLI!!!!!" she yelled, exasperated.
"Yeah, and broccoli! And creme eggs!"
"Okay, but I'm not quite sure how those will figure into the recipe..."
Ha, ha, ha we laughed at the time.
You can see where this is going. I sailed blissfully on by, literally within inches of the broccoli, and hell-bent as I was on the onion it registered not the faintest blip on my radar. Until I was halfway home again in rush hour traffic screaming the F-word repeatedly in my car and pounding on my steering wheel. But I did get the creme eggs at least. Who says they don't qualify as a side dish?
In other news I'm just going to stop going to Blockbuster, period. I don't care how bloody convenient it is compared to Hollywood. The chick behind the counter has zero customer relation skills. I waited in line to check for a copy of Finding Neverland behind the desk since the shelf was empty. After making me wait 5 minutes while she talked to a customer on the phone (a huge pet peeve of mine, people who shop by phone), and I politely and patiently stared at the marquee, I asked if they had any. "No." she answered curtly. Not "Sorry, no" or "No but I can have it reserved for you when we get one in" just No period silence. I'm sorry if I'm the 15th customer to ask today but you know, that's your fucking lot in life for taking this job; it doesn't have to be mine to deal with your personal frustration. So I walked away just as rudely although I stopped short of announcing that I was going straight to their competitor, as she probably already knew and/or didn't care. My only regret is not getting her name so I could file a complaint against her, because this is certainly not the first time she has fallen tragically short of my customer service expectations.
So, from Hollywood Video I got I ♥ huckabees (mainly for Tery), Finding Neverland and Secret Window, because I just feel like OD'ing on Johnny for some reason.
Edit: Okay, I lied. I DID send in a complaint about her.
"I was in your store at approximately 3:30 pm on 03/25/05. I was looking for a copy of a new release that wasn't on the shelf so I tried to check for one behind the counter. I did not get the employee's name, but she is a young African-American woman that I have dealt with on multiple occasions in the past. She is always rude and curt with me, and today was no exception. She didn't have a copy, but didn't offer to reserve a copy for me or even apologize for not having what I wanted. I don't expect much from salesclerks, but a small amount of courtesy goes a long way. I don't know if she realizes there is a Hollywood Video right across the street, which is where I will be shopping from this point on because of her. They always have plenty of new titles and their employees are friendly, polite, and don't act like helping me is a huge inconvenience for them. Thank you for your time."
Do NOT fuck with me. Because I am just vindictive enough and have just enough free time to follow up on things if I am pushed too far.
Today for example, I had to get only 5 items: ground beef, ketchup, condensed milk, an onion and broccoli. Simple, no? Well it would be if I wasn't too pigheaded to write them down. My method of grocery shopping is to remember the number of things I am supposed to get, and shop until I have that number of things. The obvious flaw in this plan is that as I wander down the aisles, invariably things get mentally added to the list so often that the original number is quite forgotten.
Before I left I talked to Tery on the phone. "Now what are you getting for dinner?" she asked to test me.
"Ummm, the meat, ketchup...condensed milk....and....don't tell me...an onion!" I was so proud of myself for remembering that last one.
"And BROCCOLI!!!!!" she yelled, exasperated.
"Yeah, and broccoli! And creme eggs!"
"Okay, but I'm not quite sure how those will figure into the recipe..."
Ha, ha, ha we laughed at the time.
You can see where this is going. I sailed blissfully on by, literally within inches of the broccoli, and hell-bent as I was on the onion it registered not the faintest blip on my radar. Until I was halfway home again in rush hour traffic screaming the F-word repeatedly in my car and pounding on my steering wheel. But I did get the creme eggs at least. Who says they don't qualify as a side dish?
In other news I'm just going to stop going to Blockbuster, period. I don't care how bloody convenient it is compared to Hollywood. The chick behind the counter has zero customer relation skills. I waited in line to check for a copy of Finding Neverland behind the desk since the shelf was empty. After making me wait 5 minutes while she talked to a customer on the phone (a huge pet peeve of mine, people who shop by phone), and I politely and patiently stared at the marquee, I asked if they had any. "No." she answered curtly. Not "Sorry, no" or "No but I can have it reserved for you when we get one in" just No period silence. I'm sorry if I'm the 15th customer to ask today but you know, that's your fucking lot in life for taking this job; it doesn't have to be mine to deal with your personal frustration. So I walked away just as rudely although I stopped short of announcing that I was going straight to their competitor, as she probably already knew and/or didn't care. My only regret is not getting her name so I could file a complaint against her, because this is certainly not the first time she has fallen tragically short of my customer service expectations.
So, from Hollywood Video I got I ♥ huckabees (mainly for Tery), Finding Neverland and Secret Window, because I just feel like OD'ing on Johnny for some reason.
Edit: Okay, I lied. I DID send in a complaint about her.
"I was in your store at approximately 3:30 pm on 03/25/05. I was looking for a copy of a new release that wasn't on the shelf so I tried to check for one behind the counter. I did not get the employee's name, but she is a young African-American woman that I have dealt with on multiple occasions in the past. She is always rude and curt with me, and today was no exception. She didn't have a copy, but didn't offer to reserve a copy for me or even apologize for not having what I wanted. I don't expect much from salesclerks, but a small amount of courtesy goes a long way. I don't know if she realizes there is a Hollywood Video right across the street, which is where I will be shopping from this point on because of her. They always have plenty of new titles and their employees are friendly, polite, and don't act like helping me is a huge inconvenience for them. Thank you for your time."
Do NOT fuck with me. Because I am just vindictive enough and have just enough free time to follow up on things if I am pushed too far.
