Karma, Swift and Just

At the Gymboree store in the Gateway mall, we don't have many facilities, i.e. no drinking water, we should be lucky for a mini-fridge and bathroom... That being said, I had to work today. On my drive to work I decided I would stop at Uncle Ron's (McDonald's). You know for the 99 cent 42oz soda. Well, I pulled in, and placed my order. In doing so, I said, "I would like to order a 42oz, 99 cent soda." They said okay. I drove to the window only to be handed a 30oz drink.

I gave the woman a blank look and said, "didn't I order a 42oz-er?" She indicated I had, but said they couldn't complete my order because they were out of the 42oz cups, but not to worry because the 30oz would be the same price. (I had wanted the bigger trough so I could drink it through my 7 hour shift...)

Well, I didn't mean to be difficult, but that's what I ended up being. I then asked if they were out of cups, why they didn't let me know at the time of ordering. To make a long story short, the girl at the window talked to her manager, then I saw her walk over to a big stack of 42oz cups and she then filled one with Diet Coke. My thought was, "What!?", but only answered "Thank you" and went to work.

Getting out of the parking garage at the Gateway was quite difficult. I was delivering all my Scentsy orders from my party (thanks gals), had my purse, my packed lunch, my Twilight book (letting a coworker experience it's vampire goodness) and of course my Diet Coke (the 42 oz-er)....

Stepping into the store, I really felt a certain amount of accomplishment. I had my drink: even if I had to fight for it, I had remembered my orders, and brought the book. I then went to the backroom, which was wall-to-wall clothes in boxes because we were getting a new line in. I set my huge box down and started to unload, there wasn't much room to move around. The first Scentsy order I lifted out was really heavy so the bag split. I put the order aside and shifted the box to pick up the wax bricks. In doing so, I knocked my Diet Coke off the desk and onto the floor, completely emptying the cup/trough!

So in essence, I had fought for my 42 oz-er because I wanted to wipe-up 12 more ounces than what Uncle Ron wanted to give me! Yes it was very depressing! I lasted only 2 hours before I HAD to go get something else to drink. So I went to Uncle Ron's at the food court only to be surprised that, that franchise was also running the 99 cent promotion, needless to say, I ordered. My Diet Coke was refreshing, but it did have the smallest hint of costing double in its taste. Thanks Karma!