I had been to the same DQ just a week prior with my son-in-law, Bernie, who was visiting from California where, unlike my local DQ, at California Dairy Queen's they apparently put signs up to promote their specials. I ordered my favorite Royal Reese's Brownie Blizzard. Bernie asked the clerk, "Do you still have buy one blizzard, get a second for a dollar?" She answered yes, then rang up two blizzards -- one for $4.19 and the second for $1. Nice! I had no idea about the special and never would have known if not for Bernie. But I digress.
This visit, as we walked in to DQ, I told my husband Cliff about the special that Bernie and I got. I looked all around the place for signs of the buy one, get a second for $1, but I saw nothing.
At the counter, we both decided what we wanted -- Blizzards, of course. The clerk who was serving us was the same clerk who served Bernie and I last week. I asked her, "Do you still have the buy one Blizzard, get one for $1?" She looked at me totally puzzled and finally said, "No".
Oh well, I thought, and we both ordered our blizzards at $4.19 each. The clerk rang up our order and it totaled $5.72. I looked at Cliff, puzzled, and he looked at the clerk and asked, "Is that total right?" She said "Yes sir. You got a buy one, get one for 99-cents."
While my husband kindly replied, "Wow, that's really great! Thank you," I worked hard to hold my comments to myself. My genuine unasked questions ranged from: Are you serious?! You friggin' kidding me?! Do they really pay you to 'work' here? What part of $1 don't you understand?! to Hey, how about changing into a clean uniform some time?!
As I babbled all of those questions under my breath, I turned away from the counter and looked at my husband with wide-eyed wonder, in awe of how some people make it through a workday, and blessing the hearts of those who hire them.
