How Ice Cream almost caused me to go to Jail
Yesterday I went to this spot by my house to get some of their homemade ice cream and I got into an argument with homegirl who was serving me. It went something like this...
Me: Hi, I’d like to get a medium handpacked with Rocky Road and Butter Brickle please.
Her: Okay, but are you sure you don’t want to get a half gallon size? It’s cheaper and it’s all ready for you to take now.
Me: Can I get two flavors in the half gallon?
Her: No, it’s already pre packaged.
Me: Then I’d like what I asked for.
Her: Are you sure...
Me: Sweetie, *eyebrow raised at this point, Please just give me what I asked for.
Her: *let’s out a deep breath and brings over the large size container: You should get a large because the medium is very small and...
Me: Okay, I’m not quite sure what difficulties you are having in simply giving me what I asked for, but it seems pretty clear. I would like *black girl attitude comes seeping out of my voice at this point and there was definitely an inkling of a neck roll at this moment, a Medium, with Rocky Road and Butter Brickle
Her: But it doesn’t make sense. Why don’t you just get a large and...
At this point I felt the spirit of Madea trying to come over me but I had just gotten out of church and was not in the mood for going to jail, so I took a deep breath and asked Jesus to be a fence around me...
Me: Can you get the manager please?
Her: *eye brow goes up, hand goes on hip and neck definitely rolls, Why do you need the manager?
Me: *once again calling on the power of the most high to keep from jumping over the ice cream counter and showing her how much Oakland has truly infiltrated my life, Because you are clearly unable to process my request and I would like to speak to someone who understands what I am saying and chances are, that would be the manager.
*SIDEBAR: Have you ever wondered how many times you have been in danger and never actually knew it?
Her: *sucking her teeth, Hold on....
She goes in the back and gets the manager and he comes out and I explain to him what is going on. He cannot make sense as to why old girl wanted to get into an argument with me instead of giving me what I asked for. So he upgraded me to a large and I paid the medium price.
Moral of the story: Clearly if I am prepared to go to jail over some ice cream, it is evident that I am at the end of my rope and a real life vacation is desperately needed. And I do mean desperately. For now, I will simply enjoy my day off today and finally clean my apartment!
Peace Y’all
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Comments
WHAT?!?!....I just knew that at the end of your blog you were going to surprise me and say it was all a joke and that you were actually on MTV's Boiling Point. Why did she trip like that...over some ice cream?!?!
Posted by: Lauryn | April 23, 2007 11:58 AM
might i answer lauryn and say that...eh ter um...merritt bakery is a hot ghetto, in the ghetto. their staff is overworked, and most likely underpaid - judging by the plastic ruby red water gobblets. if you EVER want to get your order right - for me, it's a simple 3 wing fried chicken meal (which is essentially, 3 fried chicken wings and a cold roll) you MUST, I REPEAT MUST make yourself a threat to the person serving you, should they not properly understand your order the first time. they work so hard, sometimes they forget that their job doesn't require so much thinking as it requires doing. i feel sad for them in most cases....unless they mess up my order...which is usually the case, unfortunately....
Posted by: mic | April 23, 2007 04:53 PM
TS, I must say that your life continues to be a source of entertainment. my other question regarding Merritt Bakery is why are the prices in the actually resturaunt portion of the building 5 times the price of the take out portion? I simply do not understand. However I must note your tomfoolery in your observation of the Ruby red goblets. Touche' TS. Touche!
Posted by: Brandelyn | April 24, 2007 11:08 AM