Wow. So you know it’s been a busy week when Ansen doesn’t post for a couple days. Not that I’ve been doing anything that spectacular. Just working.
I guess on Wednesday night I did get to go play putt-putt with Matthew, Sasha, and David. That was fun. I had a good time with that. I won. And I didn’t have to pay. Pretty good deal if you ask me.
Other than that I’ve done nothing interesting this week. Very boring. Tonight I am sitting in my house with Marshall and Maddie doing nothing. Marshall lost our Age of Empires CD so we can’t even play that against each other. Becky has been gone all week too, which is sad. Hopefully this weekend will provide more excitement. I guess we’ll see what happens.
Have you ever had a strong desire to kick someone in the back of the knee? Yesterday I opened and the Senior Men’s League was going on. These guys are hardened, stone faced eighty year-olds that always pay with exact change and will call you a “bimbo” if you don’t make them their complimentary decaf coffee exactly five minutes before they come back in from their round so that they won’t have to wait but it will still be fresh. Anyway, they had finished and one of them hobbled up to the counter, squinted his eyes, grimaced, and barked out in a sharp voice.
“A large Pepsi!”
I sulkingly made my way over to pop machine, grabbed a cup, and began to scoop ice into it.
“NOT TOO MUCH!!”
I poured some out.
“Oh come on, a little more than that. You tryin’ to cheat me there?”
I put two cubes back in and filled the cup to the brim with Pepsi. “A dollar sixty,” I said.
“What?”
“A dollar sixty.”
“What??”
“One dollar and sixty cents,” I repeated, making sure to sound out every syllable as clearly as possible.
“A DOLLAR SIXTY!?!”
“Yes sir.”
“How do you figger that?” he asked, bunching up his eyebrows.
“A large drink is $1.50 plus tax, which is 6 cents on the dollar, four cents on a half dollar becacuse they round up,” I stated quickly, unsure of why I even bothered to explain it in such detail.
“That’s WAY to expensive.”
“Well that’s how much it costs.”
“Well I’m not paying for it. Dump out half of it and I’ll pay you eighty cents, how’s that?”
“I can’t do that.”
“Fine, then take it away! I don’t want it!”
It was at this point, as I stood there watching him stagger back to his seat (I couldn’t tell if his trembling was from arthritis or anger) that I realized that I really, really wanted to kick him in the back of the knee.
Ug… cranky old men!
I get the same type of treatment at the thrift store. Hang in there buddy, it’s not always easy to give a heartfelt smile when the customer’s displaying zero class.
Yes, he was very rude, but you also have to think about all the stuff he’s lived through. I mean wouldn’t it suck if when we were older a large pepsie was like $10? We might be cranky oldies like him too. Times change, even though we don’t want them to.
… Holy crap! $10?! I better start stocking up. Moonshining Pepsi’s gonna’ be the wave of the future for me!
/Red
hmmm….moonshine Pepsi. ::wonders if u can get that recipe on the internet::
Jess,
isn’t that just inflation though? Like, the value has never really changed, just our currency. So if a pepsi cost 10 bucks, the average income would be double or triple of what it is now. Or am I totally off..?