So I went to Cold Stone creamery last night for the last time. This ties in with the other Pit thread on snobish vs. white-bread establishments. I ordered what I thought was a simple enough request: “A waffle cone with one scoop of Mint Chip and one scoop of Cookie Dough”.
But this was apparently soo far outside the norm for the fuckwit behind the counter that it was irrational on my part to even ask for it. I realize that they are the fucking Starbucks of ice cream establishments, and that they make each scoop to order, and all that horseshit.
Ice Cream Lady: “Sir, we don’t have flavors like that …(unintelligible)… We take the basic flavors and mix in the ingredients you want.”
Me: “I understand that. Could you please give me whatever your flavor is that is close?”
ICL: “I’m sorry sir, but I need to know what you want to go in it”
Me: “Never mind. Forget it”.
Mind you, on their big list-o-flavors that are their specialties up on the fucking wall, is one called “Mint Mint Chocolate Chocolate Chip” and another one “Cookie Dough and brownie bullshit”. Ok, so I approximated the name of the latter.
There is a GIANT LIST OF FLAVORS that they ostensibly make there, among which are 2 that are pretty much exactly what I just asked for, but apparently my oversimplification of their bullshit trendy hip mad cool edgy ordering process offended them so much that they were too confused to fulfill my request.
Why do businesses make it so difficult to give them money in exchange for a product?
What, my instructions about the mint chip were unclear? Take some mint-flavored ice cream and PUT SOME FUCKING CHOCOLATE CHIPS IN IT.
The cookie dough? HOW DOES EVERY OTHER VENDOR MAKE COOKIE DOUGH ICE CREAM??? MAKE ME SOME OF THAT!!! Vanilla ice cream + chunks of cookie dough + maybe god forbid some fucking oreo cookies in it.
Holy shit, what was so unconventional about what I asked for?
So I hereby add Cold Stone Creamery to my list of businesses I will never again frequent, with the likes of Quizno’s and Jamba Juice.
Quiznos put lettuce in my sandwich after I asked them nicely not to, even after the lady making the sandwich smilingly repeated back to me “No lettuce, gotcha!”.
Jamba Juice forgot to give me my pretzel along with my shake.
In every service-type job I ever had, my bosses always drilled into me how it takes a long time to gain new customers, and 2 seconds to lose one. It’s not my job to continually remind people how I want my food, or do their work for them in explaining step-by-step how to make it. It’s their job to do it right, and do it right the first time. If the manager is not sufficiently talented to make the college dropouts behind the counter realize this and meet the proper standard, it’s not my problem, I’ll just take my business elsewhere.
Economic darwinism. I am the invisible hand of the market, biiiootch!
So I went across the street to the local movie theater’s concession stand, and ordered “A waffle cone with one scoop of mint chip and one scoop of cookie dough”. THAT bright young employee said “Coming right up sir!” About 20 seconds later, I had my ice cream cone dripping in my hot little hands, the way god intended. And you know what? It was cheaper, too!