Dana (my fiancee) and I went to the Dairy Queen in Wilkes-Barre to try the new blizzard waffle cones. This is actually maybe the third time I’ve been to some place that didn’t have the words “Mart” or “Wal” in them since my M.S. flare up prior to Christmas last year. We ordered the ones with chocolate on top. NOBODY there could find the chocolate sauce to put on them. The man I assume to be the manager asked if we’d be ok with plain. I was let down, but it was only a little rim of chocolate so accepted.
The problem? While their new blizzard waffle cone was actually a simple yet ingenius idea that I’ll gladly grab any day of the week (at another location obviously), there was an issue with the cost. You see, the plain ones were .50 less, and I ordered two, as well as a bottle of water. I went to go inquire about getting that money back, and Dana threw a fit, saying we could afford the dollar and it’s embarassing to do that, saying we’d look poor. However, I don’t like being taken advantage of, especially when it comes to the money I work hard to earn. I reminded her of the three dollar error the very last time I cashed a pay check atWal-Mart, and how I held everything up for ten minutes until the manager corrected the mistake. In this case, Dairy Queen is a major corportion with millions of dollars. I, on the other hand, am a disabled man working a reduced schedule for $10.20 an hour and unable to pay the bills while I recover. So, yes, I asked.
