Today, a fall storm gave me a big present on my driveway.
Earlier this week, rushing to get my yard work done before
the storms set in, I stopped at Dairy Queen.
My best consumer experience: Missing a big tree limb
Today, I was in a hurry to go see my daughter
who is visiting a friend in Portland.
As I was backing out of my garage, I heard a thud and hit
the brakes. Behind me was a big tree ranch that had fallen in my driveway.
Fortunately, I didn’t damage my car by when I hit it.
A lesson. Always check the driveway before I drive out of
the garage.
My worst consumer experience: Going to Dairy Queen
Since I was working hard to get my yard work done before the
fall storms got heavy, I stopped at Dairy Queen to get some food.
I asked the two staff who were waiting on customers if they
took charge cards.
One asked if it was like a debit card. I said, no, it wasn’t
a debit card. The other one said they could just try it to see if it worked.
What, I said. What are you talking about? It’s a credit card, I said. Do you
take credit cards?
One of the clerks said yes. Apparently, these youngsters hadn’t
heard of the term charge card. It was irritating.
Then my food arrived. It wasn’t that great. While I don’t
think I’ve ever said anything positive about McDonald’s, the fish sandwich and
fries I got at Dairy Queen were worse than what McDonalds serves.
