Room to Make Her Big Mistakes...

Last night was weird. 'bina and I watched two episodes of Star Dates (Kim Fields then Gary Coleman as the featured celebrities) while eating some subpar takeout. About half way through one half of her cheesesteak sub she realized the bread was molded, so she stopped eating and called the establishment to complain. To their credit they sent out a new one right away. To their discredit, they asked for the old sandwich back. We had gotten rid of it, since it was trash. We explained this to the driver, who then got on his cell phone with home base. At one point, he handed his cell to me, and I had "words" with the manager of the establishment letting him know that at that point, I felt that our integrity as customers was on the line. It wasn't as if this is some scam we pull once a month or something; in fact, it had never happened before. I even told him that no reputable take out/delivery establishment I know of would request the food back. But, if they wanted it back, why didn't they ask us to have it ready to give to their delivery person when he arrived with the replacement when we called?

It was unsettling. Sarahbina also had some other stuff on her mind, which was making her agitated. Since I had been in some state of suppressed agitation for weeks, we decided to have a few cocktails and listen to the Dixie Chicks's "Wide Open Spaces" to take the edge off the nonsense.