Yesterday morning started off kind of normal. After Justin got up, we decided to head to Ikea for lunch and some candles. I got dressed and was attempting to spray my neck with perfume. However, I managed to spray the right side of my face. My right eye took a direct hit. After the burning subsided, I decided everything was ok.
We arrived and were really shocked to see that we were the first people to park in the lower parking deck. That parking deck level was completely empty and we were wondering if they were even open. The upper parking deck was fairly full, so that's why the lower one was empty. They were open so we headed to the cafeteria. We received our food and headed to the cashier. After paying and heading to the table, I realized that I was charged for a combo when all I wanted was the entree. I went to the closest cashier and explained the situation to him. He said they do sell the pasta entree that I ordered as a combo OR entree-only but I would need to return to the cashier where I paid. I went to her line and waited. When it was my turn, I explained to her what I needed and she said they don't sell the pasta as entree-only. I told her that I had gotten the pasta without paying for the combo before and she somewhat politely informed me that I was wrong.
Since I had paid for the combo, I went to grab a salad. After finding the dressings, I pressed the pump lever to dispense the Italian dressing. The pump was obviously not working properly. It shot out and not only sprayed my bowl of lettuce but my shirt, my arms, and my face. This time, my left eye got sprayed. I'm not sure what caused my eye to burn worse, perfume or Italian dressing.
Covered in dressing, I walked back to the table, still carrying my now dressing-soaked salad, and began crying - "I think I need to just go home!" Justin asked me what happened and I told him. He left the table and came back with the cafeteria manager. I briefly explained to him what happened at the register and he said that they do sell the pasta without the combo, but because it's nearly the same price as the combo, people complain when they do it that way. I said that I understood that, but the cashier told me that they DON'T sell it like that and I knew they did because I have ordered that way before. He said he would discuss it with her and make sure she knew. I went on to tell him that their dressing dispenser was not working properly and he said he would check on it. He also said "Wow! You're not having a very good day are you?" and I said "No, it hasn't been all that great."
We headed downstairs to grab the candles and a gift card. We waited in the self-check line for a while. An employee comes up to us and says that the self-check bay has two separate lines and we would need to get in one or the other. She didn't say this to anyone else in the line, just us. This didn't make us happy and we just kept standing where we were. Naturally, when we tried to purchase the gift card, the register informed us that we would need to wait for an employee to continue. After waiting for a minute, another register opened, so I moved to it to pay for my candles. Justin got the attention of an employee and explained to her that he thought it was ridiculous for them to have two lines in each self-check bay because it's unfair if you end up in the line where there is a problem at the register. She looked at him like he had just sprouted a second head and said "I agree. That's why we only have one line at each self-check bay." Justin told her what happened with the other employee and she said "I don't know why someone told you that because that's not correct. We deliberately put product along the sides of each bay to force you into one line."
We grabbed our stuff (minus the gift card) and left. We headed to H&M to look at clothes. I found a shirt I wanted. Several were tagged with a "$5" sale tag, but the size I needed did not. I figured it had fallen off so I grabbed the shirt anyway. Justin found several shirts he wanted and we headed to a register. Naturally, mine rang up full price. We told the lady that the others had sale tags. She tried calling around to other employees to get someone to check the price. No one responded so I ran downstairs to grab one of the others. When I finally made it back upstairs, she had gotten the correct price and Justin was finishing the transaction. This transaction wasn't terrible, just annoying.
We went to Forsyth Fabrics to look at fabric for master bedroom curtains. I won't go into great detail, but Justin and I decided that he and I had inflicted enough damage on that side of town so we headed home.
I should mention that my shirt still had quite a bit of dressing remaining so I no longer smelled like the lovely perfume I had coated my face and eye with; I now smelled like Italian dressing. The red chunks that remained on my now-stained shirt were also an unwanted reminder of the day's earlier activities. I looked like I had baby vomit down the front of my shirt. I had to wrap my seatbelt with napkins to prevent the dressing from coating my seatbelt. So, not only was my shirt stained and smelling like dressing, I looked like an idiot driving around with a poof of napkins shoved between my chest and the seatbelt.
After all that, my day never really recovered, so July 3, 2009 will be tagged as a day from hell in my book.
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