This guy is gradually becoming a repeat SC offender. He comes in afternoons, dressed from head to toe in biker leathers, zippers everywhere, etc. In short, he's hard to forget.
Here are two interactions I've had with him in the last week, that made me shake my head and bite my tongue, hard.
Sales Tax
SC walks up to the counter and orders a drink from my CW. Don't remember what it was, or exactly how much it cost. (prices below are ballpark guesses from my memory)
CW: Ok, that will be $4.72.
SC: What?? But it says (points viciously at the menu) $4.49!!!
CW: Yes....that's the base price, before tax...
SC: Over 20 cents tax??? That's RIDICULOUS! We need to get with that Tea Party and get this all fixed!!!!
CW: Uh....yeah....
I'm standing with my back to him, making his drink. At the sound of "Tea Party" my jaw clenches, and I'm fighting to keep from spinning around and yelling at him for various reasons.
Also, if you live in Minnesota, you have no damn reason to bitch about sales tax, as it doesn't apply to food and clothes (restaurants don't apply, as they are no "essential") If you're buying a coffee drink for over $4 and can't handle 20 cents tax, then maybe you have bigger problems.
As for my "Tea Party" comment, my reaction had more to do with that lunatic Michelle Bachmann, who's the Rep. for a district just north of mine. She's a nut, and every time I see her on TV I start barking.
Volcano Schmalcano
This one happened today. SC comes in, orders his drink, but not without giving me shit about the chocolate option (Dark, Milk, or White chocolate?) Apparently in his mind, there is only ONE type of chocolate, that being Dark. Whatever.
While I'm making his drink, he picks up a newspaper and starts glancing over the front page. All of a sudden he starts laughing in a sort of disbelieving manner.
I look up at him inquiringly.
SC: How could a volcano shut down all of Europe? That's just silly!
Me: Um, well...
SC: It's all the way up in Iceland! What does that have to do with Europe?
At this point, I'm too dumbfounded at his idiocy to speak, so I just shrugged my shoulders, and handed him his drink.
I didn't have the energy or patience to explain to him the physics of a jet engine, how it draws air into itself in order to work, and if that air is filled with particulate, guess what? Jet engine stops working! Maybe even goes BOOM! I also didn't feel like explaining the whole concept of the Gulf Stream and how it's carrying all that ash through the atmosphere towards Europe.
His stupidity just made me tired.
And THEN! Oh no, kids, it doesn't end there... He asks for something to seal his drink lid with, so he can stick the entire thing in his jacket pocket while riding his bike home. Had to tell him, no, sorry, we don't have anything like that. He left, slightly annoyed. Hopefully he was hurrying back to Physics class.
Here are two interactions I've had with him in the last week, that made me shake my head and bite my tongue, hard.
Sales Tax
SC walks up to the counter and orders a drink from my CW. Don't remember what it was, or exactly how much it cost. (prices below are ballpark guesses from my memory)
CW: Ok, that will be $4.72.
SC: What?? But it says (points viciously at the menu) $4.49!!!
CW: Yes....that's the base price, before tax...
SC: Over 20 cents tax??? That's RIDICULOUS! We need to get with that Tea Party and get this all fixed!!!!
CW: Uh....yeah....
I'm standing with my back to him, making his drink. At the sound of "Tea Party" my jaw clenches, and I'm fighting to keep from spinning around and yelling at him for various reasons.
Also, if you live in Minnesota, you have no damn reason to bitch about sales tax, as it doesn't apply to food and clothes (restaurants don't apply, as they are no "essential") If you're buying a coffee drink for over $4 and can't handle 20 cents tax, then maybe you have bigger problems.
As for my "Tea Party" comment, my reaction had more to do with that lunatic Michelle Bachmann, who's the Rep. for a district just north of mine. She's a nut, and every time I see her on TV I start barking.
Volcano Schmalcano
This one happened today. SC comes in, orders his drink, but not without giving me shit about the chocolate option (Dark, Milk, or White chocolate?) Apparently in his mind, there is only ONE type of chocolate, that being Dark. Whatever.

While I'm making his drink, he picks up a newspaper and starts glancing over the front page. All of a sudden he starts laughing in a sort of disbelieving manner.
I look up at him inquiringly.
SC: How could a volcano shut down all of Europe? That's just silly!
Me: Um, well...
SC: It's all the way up in Iceland! What does that have to do with Europe?
At this point, I'm too dumbfounded at his idiocy to speak, so I just shrugged my shoulders, and handed him his drink.
I didn't have the energy or patience to explain to him the physics of a jet engine, how it draws air into itself in order to work, and if that air is filled with particulate, guess what? Jet engine stops working! Maybe even goes BOOM! I also didn't feel like explaining the whole concept of the Gulf Stream and how it's carrying all that ash through the atmosphere towards Europe.
His stupidity just made me tired.

And THEN! Oh no, kids, it doesn't end there... He asks for something to seal his drink lid with, so he can stick the entire thing in his jacket pocket while riding his bike home. Had to tell him, no, sorry, we don't have anything like that. He left, slightly annoyed. Hopefully he was hurrying back to Physics class.
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