In this day and age, with our worldís constant and seemingly endless stream of supply and demand, I find it hard to exist in this society without having to deal with the public at least once a day.
Seems like no big deal, right? Well, not always.
In my experience, I have noticed that a quick trip to the grocery store or gas station can turn into a nightmare.
Here are a few of my most unforgettable run ins with the ever-growing multitude.
After a long day in the office and on deadline, I decided against cooking dinner one day after work and stopped by a local Chinese restaurant to order take out for my fiance and I.
Quick, simple and cooked to order - just the way I like it.
And the best part of it all - no dirty dishes, just a hot, tasty meal packaged in all its plastic and styrofoam glory.
And since my modest and not-so-modern two-bedroom duplex didnít come equipped with a dishwasher - who can really blame me.
I ordered a dinner-for-two special complete with appetizers and a must-have serving of shrimp fried rice.
But when I declined the option of ordering egg drop soup with my meal, the hostess behind the corner stared at me with the strangest expression.
A look that was so blank, you would have thought Iíd just told her that I was a long-lost family member.
I immediately felt the need to explain myself and began to tell her that I simply didnít like the soup, and to be truly honest - I donít like any Chinese soup.
Then suddenly and with extreme enthusiasm, the woman proceded to describe to me in intricate detail the manner in which the soup is prepared and reassured me that it was VERY good.
I pondered the thought of continuing to stand my ground, but didnít want to make the mistake of accidently insulting her or the restaurant.
But even after her manager stepped in and tried to explain the her that people have different tastes, I succumbed to her demands and ordered the soup.
Needless to say, I didnít eat it - I threw it in the trash when I got home.
Although I lost my footing at the restaurant, there have been times when dealing with the public that I did stand my ground.
Weíve all encountered the organizations, clubs or churches who collect donations at traffic lights and other intersections - an act that I am totally against.
When Iím in my car, I have somewhere to be and donít have time to be delayed by the traffic that these charity drives cause.
I am more prone to attend an event intended to raise money than be unwillingly approached.
But a few months ago I came across one of these ďdonantion brigadesĒ and decided to be generous and make a contribution.
I was digging through my purse, searching for any loose change or single dollars that I could find when a tall gentelman from a nearby church approached my car with donation bucket in hand.
I rolled down my window and stuck out the only dollar bill I could find.
The man thanked me for my contribution, but then told me that they were only accepting $3 donations that day.
I was appaulled and I yanked back my money and drove off.
Would he have turned his back on a $5 bill or more? Probably not!
I must say that was by far one of the more rude incidents that I have experienced, but what I will leave you with today is one of my more entertaining and humorous memories.
I live in Des Allemands and recently began grocery shopping and the newly-built Wal-Mart Supercenter in Raceland - itís close to my home and a lot less traffic.
I was in there bright and early one Sunday morning two months back and couldnít find a loaf of Bunny bread.
Luckily, there was a store employee stocking the shelves down the bread aisle, so I asked for her help.
Just like I did, she took visual inventory of every shelf and looked at me with a very innocent presence and said, ďI canít believe we donít have any Bunny bread -with it being so close to Easter and all.Ē
I took all my self control not to laugh, but I managed to walk off before any giggles slipped out.
I didnít realize that the cut-off point for Bunny bread is St. Charles Parish and apparently she thought that Bunny bread was a seasonal item.
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