I've had bad jobs too - put a smile on

Bud and I walked to Ben and Jerry’s yesterday after work, for milkshakes. We took Sadie so when we got there I told Bud if he’d wait with her outside, I’d go in and get our ice cream and, what did he want? He looked at a poster and decided on some killer chocolate something or other. I went inside and, since his had a specific name, ordered his and then said I’d take a strawberry milkshake. The surly girl behind the counter asked “do you want the strawberry in large?” She asked so abruptly that I stammered for a second and then pointed to what she was holding and asked, “What size is that?” “A large” she answered, looking like I ruined her day by asking. “Um, ah…” I felt so intimidated by her attitude that I couldn’t think straight. I am a marketer’s dream. “The (chocolate one, I forget the actual name, something like you-will-die-this-is-so-chocolaty) only comes in a large,” she then barked. So, naturally, I ordered mine in a large. Not because I wanted that much but because the other one only came in a large. Then, when she was ringing me up she asked, “Do you want whipped cream on both of those?!” “Um, yeah,” I answered because I thought for sure it was a free addition – it looked like it in the picture. Nope! I saw her press another button on the register after I answered. Finally she looked up and said, “That’ll be $10.95”. Having already been intimidated I acted like, hey, no big deal, I spend that kind of money on two ice creams all the time. Maybe I’m losing touch, maybe I’m getting old, but it seemed expensive to me. Or maybe, if I really had the confidence of older age I would’ve said, “Whatever bitch, I’m not paying for those.”