At my Tim's we had four kinds of blueberry muffin - regular, low fat, bran and cranberry-bluberry bran - all quite delicious.
Now when the muffins are finished baking, you have to wait until they're cool to take them off the rack, otherwise they basically just crumble and fall apart and it's not fun for anybody.
Unfortunately, I was on my break when this happened, but I was able to catch the gist of it due to my coworkers and the supervisor wandering in and out of the kitchen.
Apparently a woman, who I'm told, could have stood to miss out on a few muffins - wanted a blueberry muffin. At this particular moment however, they'd come out of the oven a few minutes ago and were thus unavailable. The girl managing the register told her this. She could come back in ten minutes when they'd be off the rack. Of course, I wouldn't be posting on the website if that had been the end of it. Naturally, she wanted a supervisor.
The supervisor came out and explained the situation.
The baker came out and explained the situation.
Somehow this failed to sink in.
So, my beleaguered coworkers decided on a different tactic.
Does she want a low fat blueberry muffin? No!
Does she want a blueberry bran muffin? Perish the thought.
Does she want a cranberry-blueberry bran muffin? Might as well have counted to five while holding the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch.
In the time she stood there complaining, the muffins cooled off enough for the baker to surgically remove one without making a huge mess and all was right with the cosmos once again. Huzzah. Oh, oh to live in a world where not getting my specific brand of blueberry muffin is enough to not only raise a stink about for fifteen minutes, but also enough to ruin my day. Just wow.
Now when the muffins are finished baking, you have to wait until they're cool to take them off the rack, otherwise they basically just crumble and fall apart and it's not fun for anybody.
Unfortunately, I was on my break when this happened, but I was able to catch the gist of it due to my coworkers and the supervisor wandering in and out of the kitchen.
Apparently a woman, who I'm told, could have stood to miss out on a few muffins - wanted a blueberry muffin. At this particular moment however, they'd come out of the oven a few minutes ago and were thus unavailable. The girl managing the register told her this. She could come back in ten minutes when they'd be off the rack. Of course, I wouldn't be posting on the website if that had been the end of it. Naturally, she wanted a supervisor.
The supervisor came out and explained the situation.
The baker came out and explained the situation.
Somehow this failed to sink in.
So, my beleaguered coworkers decided on a different tactic.
Does she want a low fat blueberry muffin? No!
Does she want a blueberry bran muffin? Perish the thought.
Does she want a cranberry-blueberry bran muffin? Might as well have counted to five while holding the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch.
In the time she stood there complaining, the muffins cooled off enough for the baker to surgically remove one without making a huge mess and all was right with the cosmos once again. Huzzah. Oh, oh to live in a world where not getting my specific brand of blueberry muffin is enough to not only raise a stink about for fifteen minutes, but also enough to ruin my day. Just wow.
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