Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I want my lemon custard...
So I am leaving one job and headed to another. I start craving a lemon custard ice-cream cup from Marble Slab. I pull into the Marble Slab parking lot and park. I walk inside and to my delight there was two lines open, one of which had only one customer waiting. It was a man and his two daughters (around 6 and 4) and they were placing their order.
When the line to my left moved two customers, I decided to see what could be the problem. I started to listen.
“Honey, what do you want?”
The customer, dressed in his suit, was allowing his two daughters in plaid school girl uniforms to decide what they wanted to order. It’s great when kids can make choices, but this ten-minute decision process was getting ridiculous.
At six, my mother would ask me what I wanted and she would place the order for me. If I did not know, I had better decide quick and in a hurry or I would not receive an ice-cream.
“Does the ice-cream cake has cake in it, cause I don’t like cake in it…”
“Well, it does have cake because it is pre-made…”
What? The manager was talking to the little girl as though she was an adult.
SHE IS SIX YEARS OLD!
It is great that she is being taught to make decisions, but the line at Marble Slab is not the place for her life long lessons in fiscal or physical responsibility.
Give these girls a vanilla cone and keep it moving…
In frustration, I left, with out my lemon custard. I guess come ice-creams are simply not meant to be.