Perhaps not as exciting as the recent intra-LA blog drama, I had my own little shit storm this afternoon. It all started innocently enough. Driving down 101, temps fluctuating between 60 and 108! I decided it was time for ice cream right about the Madonna Inn. My house mate and I stopped to gawk at the pink and pink and pink. Did I mention Pink?
I couldn’t stomach eating ice cream in such a pink environment so we meandered down the road looking for a frosty treat. No luck. Grover Beach? No luck. Pismo Beach? No luck. Finally I give up and stop at a McDonalds – a place I very rarely frequent and order an Oreo McFlurry at the drive-up. As we’re heading down the road I notice that they have just put a dusting of Oreo powder on the top 1/4 inch and that the deeper I probe my spoon into the frosty completely processed treat the less Oreo I see. We pass by another McD and I get this idea. I stop and go in to explain their mistake and ask them to make me a new one with an acceptable amount of Oreo dust. They look at me like I am crazy and tell me they canít do this. It is beyond their comprehension to fix a problem their colleagues just down the street have made. They obviously donít know that the customer is always right. Thatís fine. Iím going to look up their corporate number tomorrow.