we have the munchies.
so we start walking and talking about .... i don't remember .... and, oh yeah, he was probably telling me again about the new kinder bueno bar and how "außergewöhnlich feinen Genuss!" it is. their commercial is lame, but they are european, and kinder surprises aren't too bad, so i decide to give it a try. we pick up two bars and some oreos, and proceed to the cash. i go to pay, but out of nowhere my debit card has disappeared. i'm searching my pockets, purse, other pockets, everywhere, but no card.. i'm getting a little flustered and the cashier is tapping his foot. so dom saves the day and pulls out his debit card, pulls it through the slot, but it doesn't go through. our cashier friend keeps telling him to swipe it through, and dom keeps doing it, but no luck. then the cashier says it for the third time in a really loud voice "DO YOU WANT ME TO SWIPE IT?"
all this time we had both thought he was saying "do you want to swipe it?" i don't want to blame it on his accent but honestly, that's what it was. dom verifies what he says and hands the card to the cashier, which in turns causes him to explode and yell directly to the kids standing behind us "i ask thees guy tree times and he don't get it!" i am appalled by the behaviour of the cashier, but as i am high, i can only watch in bewilderment.
the cashier tries it, then puts a piece of paper around the card, and sure enough it works. dom goes to enter in his shit and i just stare at the cashier in disgust. he decides to prove to us how impatient he is by whipping out a calculator and punching in the purchases for the customers behind us. somewhere inside me this hits a nerve. i calmly put my hand on dom's arm and tell him to stop punching in his code. i look point blank at the cashier and spit,
"you know what? if you want to be a fuckin bitch about it, no thanks. we don't want your shitty service."
there is a charged silence in the store as the cashier glares at me, and i glare right the fuck back at him. dom and i turn around and walk out, the shocked faces of the other customers reflected on the glass, the silence following us out the door.
ok yeah i wish.
as we are walking home i find my debit card in my right pocket, stuck to my bus pass. dom tries to push me into the snow.
the bueno tastes pretty good.
