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Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:03 pm
I have a pet peeve, ice. Not really ice in general, most of the time ice is welcome. In one situation though I prefer no ice, namely when I buy a drink at a place that doesn't offer free refills.
See, every bit of space taken up by frozen local tap water is space unavailable to host my favorite beverage. Most fountain drinks come out of the spigot below room temperature, not frosty but certainly not warm and I consume them at a rapid rate so ice is not really advantageous versus more product.
I get a varied response from soda jerks that range from "certainly sir, you powerfully attractive well-spoken man of the people" to "I can't do that". I am always pleased when the server doesn't miss a beat and hooks the mad one up with a cup brimming with sugar-laden acidic sin simply for the asking. I am somewhat concerned for the critical thinking skills of the ones who want to comply but seem confused as to how to top off a cup of Coke without pressing the well worn S, M, or L buttons. I disgustedly explain the complex procedure to the morons. I mean, I am a mechanic and they are obviously not encumbered with a plethora of marketable skills; their register likely has little pictures of food on the keys and spits out change automatically.
The ones that try to make up some draconian rule on the fly to subvert my efforts to obtain a true 16, 22, or 32 ounces of liquid crack perplex me. I labour to understand the reasoning behind witholding my sugarwater. Does it come of their check or something? Is the pizza-faced 30 year old virgin sub assistant night manager in charge of the left thee spigots of machine #2 doing tare weights on the syrup keg? I can usually brush aside their downput foot with all the struggle it took the German army to defeat the Polish cavalry in WW2; "Fill it" In all my years battling for the common man's right to a full cup for a full price though I have never encountered a toolbag sodanazi jackass of the caliber I locked figurative nozzles with the other day at the movies. My wife and I went to see that movie with the possessed ventriloquist dolls, fun flick I enjoyed it but I digress.
We step up to the counter, my wife takes the initiative and orders us a couple of hot dogs and some drinks. She gets ice, she does not share my passion for an beverage divoid of ice but makes certain to order mine with none. The guy gives us the order and she pays. I do what I always do, pop the lid and take a depth check. I see over an inch of naked cup walls, unacceptable. I push it back towards hims and say "fill it up" and begin talking to my wife. He says he can't. I put some emphasis in my voice and repeated "fill it". He says "no, that's it".
I am trying my best to contain myself. None of you have met me in real life so I will try and explain how I am. read my angry posts that sound like I want to get on a plane and go beat somebody's head in because they don't use punctuation in a post, that's the real me. I am seriously thinking about reaching across the counter and choking this fool with his tie over this. Knowing that that is not socially acceptable behavior and most importantly it's a clip on tie which would jus come off rendering it useless as a proper garrote, I chill and explain that I want my cup filled to the top, no discussion about it.
My wife is getting a little nervous and I am glad because that keeps me actively thinking about what I am doing and not flipping out. This guy stands his ground and reaffirms that he won't top it off. I tell him "give me my money back". He protests that he already poured it. I calmly explain I don't give a ****, he just lost a sale. I go back to talking with my wife assuming we are done and cockholster over here will be remmiting my money any moment now. Instead a filled cup appears from the opposite side of the counter.
Well, how about that? I thought about saying I don't want it now and demanding my money anyway but rightous indignation makes one parched so I accepted it. He had to throw a last jab though telling me that he would only do it this time and that next time he wouldn't. I guess I could have been angered by that but by then I was fully cognizant that this is all that guy has going in his life. I let the loser think he had fought me to a stalemate, I know the truth. It will be full this time, next time, and every other time.
At this same theatre there is one girl who when she sees me automatically hooks it up, no ice so full it squirts out when I punch the straw through. She always gets a smile and a "thank you" from me. This guy will likely be calling the manager the next time.