Being Polite: Part One

There are several times in my life where social obligations make it necessary for me to be polite to people, despite their complete stupidity. In reality I have to say things like, "I'm so sorry," when really the person needs to hear something like, "Maybe you should try thinking before speaking. Or just try thinking at all." There are a few moments that I can think of in particular.

For those of you that don't know, Dunkin Donuts, Starbucks, and Tim Horton's are actually three different stores, owned by three different companies. I know, your mind was just blown. Well that never stopped people from ordering things like "Tim Bits," while I was at Dunkin. One time I was taking orders over the drive-thru when I had a girl come through. Here was that conversation:

Welcome to Dunkin Donuts, how may I help you today?

Yes, um, can I have a Carmel Frappacinno?

I'm sorry, the Frappuccino is a signature trademark of Starbucks. We don't sell them here. May I interest you in our Carmel Coolata?

But I want a Carmel Frappuccinno!

...I'm sorry, but we do not sell them here.

Can't you just take your blender and make one? It's my friend's Birthday!

No I can't, I'm sorry.

Ugh whatever, you guys are so unhelpful!

Sorry for the inconvenience. 

I actually shorted this conversation quite a bit. There was much more back and forth between us, with me trying to explain that we don't sell Frappuccino's. Now, if social obligation hadn't required me to be nice to this girl, this is how the conversation would have gone:

What do you want?

Yes, um, can I have a Carmel Frappuccinno?

This is Dunkin Donuts. I only tell you this because clearly you can't read, since Dunkin labels literally every available surface with their name on it. Starbucks is the one for that overpriced drink. Do you want our version of an equally overpriced drink?

But I want a Carmel Frappuccinno!

Please leave this store and never converse with me again. I only talk to considerate people with an IQ that is larger than my dogs.

Can't you just take your blender and make one? It's my friend's Birthday!

It doesn't matter if her very life depends on that drink. I can't make your Frap-a-whatever because 1) We don't have a blender here. 2) We don't have the ingredients here. 3) I don't know how to make that drink because, WE DON'T SELL THAT DRINK!

Ugh whatever, you guys are so unhelpful!

It's people like you that really make me worry about society sometimes.

 Check in for more stories about America's finest that don't deserve the respect that I give them.

On my ipod today: "Step Into Christmas" by Elton John. Ahhh I just love Christmas music, and I love this song!!

Surprise!

I know, I know. I'm the scum of the Earth for not posting in so long. Here is a list of really weak excuses as to why:

1) I have a 15 page paper due soon and a 8 page paper due soon as well. Blah.

2) It's Thanksgiving Break. Basically, I'm home realizing with every passing second that there is absolutely no way I am moving back home after I graduate college. I would rather live in the most inhabitable apartment, eating a spoon of peanut butter every night, than move back here. In other words I've been rather uninspired by my current environment.

3) Just tired in generally. Life is stressful. That's just an fyi for those of you that haven't been living up until this point.

So onto my story! Recently I had my 21st Birthday. Although they caused me many headaches leading up to my Birthday, my friends surprised me by coming over on my Birthday. It reminded me of my more naive years when I turned 15. My mom through a surprise party for me that year too. Can't say it was my shining moment of intelligence. Here's what happened:
 

I was at a friends house for the morning and early afternoon. We were chatting and doing whatever 15 year old girls do, when...

CLUE #1) ...she mentioned buying my Birthday gift.

She quickly patched it up by saying she meant when she buys my Birthday gift. I've always been one to take people at their word, for better or for worse, so I didn't question her slip of the tongue.

So later that afternoon she said she wanted to go swimming.

CLUE #2) She claimed to have a membership at a hotel that allowed her to use their pool for recreation. I had never heard of such a thing, but again, I take people at their word. It really gets me into trouble sometimes.

When we get there, obviously we had to change into out bathing suits.

CLUE #3) My friend claimed that the changing room was actually four flights above the level of where the pool was. Not only this, it was in a random, unmarked room, that looked like any other hotel room. Yes, I believed all of this. So I go into the elevator with her, she presses the forth floor and when the elevator doors open we start walking around the hotel, looking for some room. 

At this point my suspicions were surfacing. Why on Earth would the hotel make the changing room in such a random place, not even marked with signs! But my suspicion wasn't enough to actually voice them. My friend seemed so sure of where she was going.

When we got to the room my friend...

CLUE #4) ...knocked on the door.

I thought, "How weird. A changing room that had to be open from the inside by people." Not long after she knocked, the door flung open and the people inside shouted, "SURPRISE!" Only I didn't actually hear them say that. All I heard was "AGGHAAIIGIEHHG!" 

So naturally my first instinct was that my friend had gotten the wrong room. She thought this was the changing room, but actually it was some family's room and they were yelling at her to go away! I pulled my friends arm and started backing away, with a terrified and apologetic look on my face.

My friend looked at me weird and said, "What are you doing?" I looked at her like she was crazy. Couldn't she see that these people were really pissed off that she had gotten the wrong room? Why on Earth was she pulling me closer to these insane people? 

It wasn't until that point that I actually looked at the people yelling to see that they were my family and friends. I was very happy that they had done this for me, but at the same time I was so surprised I had to sit down on the couch for a while. When I told them why I initially tired to get away, they laughed for about an hour. Can't have a normal surprise party of course.

On my ipod today: Today begins my Christmas music! Everyday starting today the music on my ipod will be Chistmas music, and you will love this fact. "Christmas Savajevo" by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. So. Epically. Awesome. Christmas music and bad-ass orchestra in one. Life complete.