There is a special level of hell designed for companies that jack customers around. Actual gripe from today.

I go to see "The Longest Yard" with . (offtopic: opening sequence totally the most amusing way to violate federal probation ever.)

I break with tradition and get the two pops and a popcorn thing rather than just sneaking in beverages and snacks as usual. I pay $10 freakin dollars for two pops and a popcorn. (and that was on a "deal"!). Anyhow, so they ask me if I want a bucket rather than a bag for $0.25 more. I asked why it mattered. "Well, because the butter leaks through the bags.". Okay, so you're selling me a defective product to begin with, but I digress. I say fine, and roll my eyes. They then ask me if I wanted to pay $0.25 for butter. Visibly irritated at this point, I say that since I paid for the stupid container to hold it, I might as well. They ask me if I want extra butter for another $0.25. I decline. They hand me the slip for my credit card for my signature, without a pen. I looked up and angrily asked if I had to "pay another quarter to get a fucking pen".

Well, I thought it was funny anyway. The clerk didn't seem amused by it. Oh well. For what I was paying, I should have been able to swim in butter. I ended up paying almost as much in refreshments as I did for the movie.

I'm usually really nice to clerks. But it must have taken a lot of training to be able to ask those questions with a straight face.

Have a great memorial day weekend!
(Edit: changed accidental ? to a ! above to imply a direct order, rather than an inquiry. You are to have a great weekend. That's an order.)

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