Today was the long put off day to go picking cherries. We've been going to do that for the last couple weeks, but there was a tractor. And a run to the reservation, and then it was July 4th...and well. We got around to it today.
We picked 16 pounds of sweet cherries. William was with us, and I don't know what his dealio was, but he was grumpy and sulky. We tried to speak reasonably to him, but he continued to be a cranky butt.
After we were done, we went to McDonald's to try to change the tone of the day. It didn't.
The specials were different, and I had a couple questions about their 'bundles'. (The counter help was not happy about this delay) I placed my order: One coke. One water. One unsweetened iced tea with double lemon. (Flat stare: "We don't have lemon.") Me: "Well, I guess I'll just take the unsweetened iced tea, then." (Flat stare.) Me: I will take the two spicy chicken bundle, three small fries and a cheeseburger. (Flat stare: "$12.83.") I ran my card, thinking "Man, that is one unhappy girl."
It was a pretty long wait and people were getting ornery, and I was thinking, "This is probably a hard time to be at the register." When my order was set up, there were only two drinks. I did a quick inventory and saw that the iced tea was missing," so I said, "I'm waiting on my iced tea, and she snapped, "We don't have lemon." I said, "Right...you said that. I ordered it anyway..." I looked. There were two spicy chickens, but no cheeseburger. I said, "I also need a cheeseburger." She said, "A cheeseburger isn't part of the bundle!" I said, "Right....but we've got three people eating. Two of us got a bundle, and I needed a cheeseburger for my grandson...."
She was pissed. She printed out the receipt and handed it to me, snapping "This is what you ordered!"
I had a receipt right in my hand. I said, "Listen, I have my receipt. I can see what I was charged for, but I am ordering for three people. I wanted a cheeseburger and an unsweetened iced tea..." and she snapped, "That's not what you ordered." I said, "Listen. There's been a misunderstanding and..." she said, "If you want more food, you're paying for it!"
Gobsmacked, I said, "Is that what this is about? This is ridiculous. I need to speak with your manager please."
She stormed off angrily throwing her hands in the air.
I waited. The manager came up, and I explained. "I know it is busy. I know it was a misunderstanding, and I'm not trying to fight, but I ordered for three people." I explained what the order should have been. She reached back, grabbed a cheeseburger and got me an iced tea. I had my card in my hand, but she waved me off. I said, "I wasn't trying to get free food or to start an argument." She said, "I know. But we were getting slammed and when it is busy like that, inexperienced workers get nervous."
That was diplomatic.
After we were done eating, we walked down the street to an antique shop and looked around. I was tempted but reminded myself we would be downsizing. Still, it's fun to look.
We went down to Lake Erie. William finally began shed his mood as he frolicked in the water.
We watched 3 Amish men strolling the beach with four children. A little girl in a blue dress stared at William up to his neck in the waves. She gave a little wave. He gave a little wave back. We collected stones and beach glass and sat on the rocky beach while we waited for William to wear himself out.
Tim drove home and we talked in the front seat. I popped a cherry in my mouth. It was so sweet. A nice counterbalance to cranky counter help and the sleeping boy in the back seat.