Not only did I not get an apology, but the stylist forgot my name. She didn’t really have to tell me that. She had run back to her appointment list, came back and laughed. I’m not sure she called me by correct name after that.

Saturday night we went out for dinner at this high-priced pub in the mountains. I had to ask the waitress twice for my beverage, and even though I asked for no ice, I got ice. And my food was lukewarm. I ordered some fire-grilled rotisserie chicken, which is supposed to be this pub’s best menu item. The waitress recommended it, too. Maybe I am just used to the supermarket chicken where the meat usually just falls off the bone. Nothing was falling off this chicken.

What spice is used in pepperoni to give it its distinct taste? The chicken had pepperoni flavour.

And on Sunday I was at Tim Horton’s. When I got to the till, I asked for “a small hot chocolate and a vanilla yogurt and berries”. That is exactly what I said. Then the girl asked me if I wanted yogurt in a cup. I was thinking..”.what? How else does it come.” I said, “pardon,” and she repeated herself. I couldn’t grasp what she said, so I asked her what she was asking me. She said, “I’m asking you what you want.” I was a little frustrated since I already told her. And then she hadn’t added the hot chocolate to my order. After Mr. Nick placed his order, we asked her if the hot chocolate was punched in…nope. “What size would do you want?”

Am I supposed to expect less from people in the service industry?