The very few times I find myself forced to go to Starbucks, I insist on ordering small/medium/large coffees. Screw their stupid Grande/Robusto/Cyclopean bullshit. Even when they repeat my order with their silly names, I rerepeat with small/medium/large.
I hate businesses that make me jump through their committee-designed marketing crap.
The best ice cream ever is Maple View Dairy’s chocolate peppermint stick. Dark chocolate ice cream with soft, melty bits of peppermint stick…yum. I’ve forgotten there are other kinds of ice cream in the world.
Count me in with the Cold Stone haters. Their ice cream is way over-priced, and I don’t like going places where I feel like I need to know a secret code to order. (Just for the record, I have managed to order at Cold Stone with no problems, I’d just rather not have to think that hard to get some ice cream.) People who work at gimmicky places like Cold Stone should know that not everyone who walks in the door is going to know their routine, and they should at least try to help customers who don’t know what they’re doing. And the cutesy size names are just stupid–I don’t care that it’s easy enough to figure out which is which, it’s just a lot less confusing if I can order a small, medium or large, and not end up with the “Totally Gargantuan Tub of Ice Cream.” If they’re going to be honest, they should call it “A Day’s Worth of Calories in One Little Cup.”
Cold Stone ice cream isn’t even that good–the texture is really weird and gummy. Someone gave me gift certificates to Cold Stone and I never used them. I ended up giving them away.
Quiznos, the trick (cuz I don’t like lettuce either, and they always put it on even after I tell them not to), is to order your sub. Now stand at the other side of the oven and when you see it come out, say “No lettuce on that one, really, no lettuce, nothing else just wrap it up, no really, I really don’t want lettuce. Really, no lettuce.” Then they won’t put lettuce on it.
Have I ever told you about the 31 flavors by my house that amongst other reasons why I won’t go there anymore, one of the BIG reasons is, they don’t have chocolate. C’mon, really, how can ANY ice cream shop not have chocolate, how stupid.
Fuck that singing! I’ve only been there once, and was at the end of a fairly long line, so I saw the result of tipping before I placed my order. Normally I’m a good tipper, between 20 and 30%.
The singing and bell ringing convinced me not to leave a tip.
Well, only once have I managed to successfully get them to trade me ice cream in exchange for money. That time, it was pretty good. However, I will never have the opportunity to verify this sentiment, as I will sooner die than patronize their establishment again.
I’ve always had excellent service, with few exceptions overseas.
It’s actually more like going to Disney World, where there are employed a large number of persons who dress in costumes of cartoon characters who get paid to provide a service of delighting little children and posing for pictures, and having the giant goofy/duck/mouse intentionally scare your child and refuse to be photographed.
Spoke to the expert yesterday, and her response was consistent with much of what has been posted.
-She said the reason she wouldn’t just mix something up was because of the countless number of ways she could mix up something approximating those 2 flavors.
-She acknowledged that if the server were interested in doing a good job, she could have talked the customer through the transaction, maybe asking if it would be okay is she mixed up a scoop of A with B, and a scoop of C with D.
-She observed, however, that her eagerness to do so would depend on a number of factors, including the time of day, her mood, the customer’s attitude, etc. In short, at her rate of pay she generally will not be overly concerned with making an individual sale to a customer who chooses to be difficult.
So far the best result of her working 2 jobs over the summer came in the form of a quote: after the first day she worked shifts at both of her jobs, she came home and sincerely observed, “9 to 5 is hard!” Had her mom and me rolling on the floor!
My wife - the ice cream connoiseur [sp?] - really likes Homemade Brand.
'Cause to me it would be like walking up to the character and saying, “here’s my kid. Do something.” And having the character be unsure what, exactly, you were hoping for. The Coldstone employee didn’t harm you or frighten anyone; just asked for clarification that you were unwilling to give.
I wanted to add my own rant about Cold Stone. I think they are ridiculously overpriced and sell ridiculously huge, over-the-top ice cream sundaes. IMO, places like this are why 60% of Americans are overweight/obese. It’s not enough to just get a basic ice cream cone with a scoop or two, they have to get a monstrosity of a sundae that has the equivalent of four regular sized cones in it.
Booooooo, give me soft serve from DQ any day of the week over that crap.
I wasn’t being serious about the character analogy, but if you want to fight about it…
Actually, since the costumed idiot’s JOB is to entertain my child, one would think that even if I handed off my whiny brat with no explanation, the stuffed (by the way, its really easy to accidentally type ‘studded’ when writing ‘stuffed’) mouse should have a pretty damn good idea about what to do in this situation.
I don’t get rants about businesses when you go there knowing what it is about. It’s be like ranting about going to McDonald’s and not having a waitress come to your table to take your order.
The OP has a bug up his ass about the CSC business model.
If you don’t like their MO, the correct response would be to not go there again. End of story. There are untold numerous other ice cream establishments that will kiss your ass the way you seem to desire.
Also, if I’d ordered a “Big Mac” in a BK and got a whopper I’d be pissed; to me the main feature of a Big Mac is the 3 pieces of bread and 2 patties. Your guess at what I meant/wanted would have been wrong. But you expected the wage slave to guess correctly.
If you stated that you wouldn’t have complained if the wage slave tried to figure out what you wanted and didn’t get it quite right, then you’d have had a case. I suspect you would be the complaining type.