Fill 'Er Up
Went to Arby's for a roast beef, curly fries and drink.
Let's start off with my initial irritation to their pricing. 2 roast beef sandwiches cost $5 and some change. 5 roast beef sandwiches cost $6 and some change. I buy 5 roast beef sandwiches and feed the rats, possums, parking lot, ants and myself. Don't like the corporate pricing games, so I'll do what I can to stick it to "the man." Load me up, Buttercup.
The fries. French, curly, wedge, or mashed cake. Curly please. Nice to have options with a broad range to choose from. Well played RB.
Now for the real rub. Medium drink. That will never do, but try to explain that you want a larger soda without another 4 pounds of potatoes. I don't have the patience. Of course Mr. Comedy (me) says, "Fill 'er up, big guy!"
This time around they fill my cup so full that when they put the lid on, it creates some super vacuum seal that defies any man's normal sense. I place this liquid time bomb in my vehicle's cup holder next to the cut out in the console where I place my cell phone for the ride. I look at the lid, stab it with my straw, look at the road again, then look back down at the cup which has now turned into a fountain, spewing the contents of the cup with fireplug force 2 feet into the air, pooling directly onto my phone, filling the console with the bubbly, corrosive Pepsi that was intended for my guts. Half of the cup's volume went solely onto my phone. The other half remained in the explosive device. Nothing else was splashed. Not a drop was wasted where it could do no harm.
I'm off to the Verizon store today.
Let's start off with my initial irritation to their pricing. 2 roast beef sandwiches cost $5 and some change. 5 roast beef sandwiches cost $6 and some change. I buy 5 roast beef sandwiches and feed the rats, possums, parking lot, ants and myself. Don't like the corporate pricing games, so I'll do what I can to stick it to "the man." Load me up, Buttercup.
The fries. French, curly, wedge, or mashed cake. Curly please. Nice to have options with a broad range to choose from. Well played RB.
Now for the real rub. Medium drink. That will never do, but try to explain that you want a larger soda without another 4 pounds of potatoes. I don't have the patience. Of course Mr. Comedy (me) says, "Fill 'er up, big guy!"
This time around they fill my cup so full that when they put the lid on, it creates some super vacuum seal that defies any man's normal sense. I place this liquid time bomb in my vehicle's cup holder next to the cut out in the console where I place my cell phone for the ride. I look at the lid, stab it with my straw, look at the road again, then look back down at the cup which has now turned into a fountain, spewing the contents of the cup with fireplug force 2 feet into the air, pooling directly onto my phone, filling the console with the bubbly, corrosive Pepsi that was intended for my guts. Half of the cup's volume went solely onto my phone. The other half remained in the explosive device. Nothing else was splashed. Not a drop was wasted where it could do no harm.
I'm off to the Verizon store today.
posted by RJK at
9:29 AM
2 Comments:
Hmmmm, that bites.
I lost a phone in a similar situation. A double cut out. My cell left dry in one side. Some jack left their fast food soda in the other.
Wax paper cups only hold corrosive (or non corrosive) liquid for so long. Left over night, the liquid will seep right through the paper.
Both cutouts filled with the liquid and my phone was swimming in it.
I don't even drink fountain soda. I read that the ice in those machines has more germs than a public toilet seat. Fill'er up big guy, and enjoy!!!
Fill'er up Buttercup!
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