Yesterday was sorta crappy. Funny now, but at the time, crappy.
Incident 1: Diaper “event” in Kid B’s crib. I won’t gross you out, but it involved premature removal of diaper.
Incident 3: Niece chewed up blue crayon and spit it on my carpet and shirt. It looked like someone had ingested blueberries and then barfed.I love my niece. She is very creative in her destruction.So, you can imagine I was looking forward to my escape to write in the afternoon. The Afternoon Proved to be More of the SameZupa’s has a million “Wi-Fi Hotspot” signs, so I decided to try it out. And my day continued to suck. So I order my food, and then try to log on to their wi-fi. But no networks are pulling up. I go to the guy at the counter.Me: “You have Wi-Fi, right?” Him: “No, we don’t have that.”Me (looking at signs all around restaurant): “You’ve got like ten signs saying you do.” Him: “Oh, Wi-Fi. I thought you said ‘do you serve Wine Frye’.” Me: “What the heck is Wine Frye?” Him: “I don’t know. But I know we don’t serve it.” I try logging on again while I start munching on my salad. It’s the “Nuts about Berries” salad. Only I soon realize there are no nuts on mine. And the nuts are my favorite part.So I go up to another girl at the counter, this time presenting my salad plate. Me: “Excuse me, maybe I’m just not seeing them, but I don’t think there are any nuts in this salad.”Her: “Of course there are. It’s called Nuts about Berries.” Me (slapping my forehead): “Yeah. I know. I meant, there are no nuts in my particular salad.” Her: “So, you want more nuts?” Me (remember my pet peeve about annoying word choices): “No. I don’t want more nuts. I want the original allotment of nuts that was somehow ignored in this particular nuts about berries salad.”Her: “huh?”Me: “Yes. More nuts please.” Back to trying to get Wi-FiI pull up the Wi-fi available, and still nothing. So I ask the guy at the counter. Me: “What’s the Wi-fi network called?”Him: “Ummm… I don’t know. Zupas maybe?” The manager comes over. Thank goodness the authorities have been called. Manager: “We have a Wi-fi bar over there against the wall. You can plug into the Wi-fi.” Me after a loud sigh: “Plug in? Do you even know what Wi-fi stands for?” Her: “Yeah. Internet.” Me (smiling widely): “Great. Thank you.” Seriously, is 3 o’clock in the afternoon happy hour at Zupas?
Incident 1: Diaper “event” in Kid B’s crib. I won’t gross you out, but it involved premature removal of diaper.
Incident 3: Niece chewed up blue crayon and spit it on my carpet and shirt. It looked like someone had ingested blueberries and then barfed.I love my niece. She is very creative in her destruction.So, you can imagine I was looking forward to my escape to write in the afternoon. The Afternoon Proved to be More of the SameZupa’s has a million “Wi-Fi Hotspot” signs, so I decided to try it out. And my day continued to suck. So I order my food, and then try to log on to their wi-fi. But no networks are pulling up. I go to the guy at the counter.Me: “You have Wi-Fi, right?” Him: “No, we don’t have that.”Me (looking at signs all around restaurant): “You’ve got like ten signs saying you do.” Him: “Oh, Wi-Fi. I thought you said ‘do you serve Wine Frye’.” Me: “What the heck is Wine Frye?” Him: “I don’t know. But I know we don’t serve it.” I try logging on again while I start munching on my salad. It’s the “Nuts about Berries” salad. Only I soon realize there are no nuts on mine. And the nuts are my favorite part.So I go up to another girl at the counter, this time presenting my salad plate. Me: “Excuse me, maybe I’m just not seeing them, but I don’t think there are any nuts in this salad.”Her: “Of course there are. It’s called Nuts about Berries.” Me (slapping my forehead): “Yeah. I know. I meant, there are no nuts in my particular salad.” Her: “So, you want more nuts?” Me (remember my pet peeve about annoying word choices): “No. I don’t want more nuts. I want the original allotment of nuts that was somehow ignored in this particular nuts about berries salad.”Her: “huh?”Me: “Yes. More nuts please.” Back to trying to get Wi-FiI pull up the Wi-fi available, and still nothing. So I ask the guy at the counter. Me: “What’s the Wi-fi network called?”Him: “Ummm… I don’t know. Zupas maybe?” The manager comes over. Thank goodness the authorities have been called. Manager: “We have a Wi-fi bar over there against the wall. You can plug into the Wi-fi.” Me after a loud sigh: “Plug in? Do you even know what Wi-fi stands for?” Her: “Yeah. Internet.” Me (smiling widely): “Great. Thank you.” Seriously, is 3 o’clock in the afternoon happy hour at Zupas?
