Every
year there are things that are humorous but don’t merit an entire blog post. So to clear the deck for 2018 and
have some more chuckles in 2017, here are some leftovers!
A
Monumental Event
My fans have been waiting for this a long time, some women
have even been demanded it from me. Some
said it would never happen, others claimed it could not be done. But during my summer vacation this year, I,
Don Ake, made my wife a sammich!
I know you are stunned, but it is true. I figured no one would believe me, so I took
a photo of my remarkable creation. The pic
is not to impress anyone, nor make me look super amazing. No, not at all. You
know I would never do that.
My wife was surprised and impressed when she returned from
the beach to find her sammich. She was
also pleased that it was edible and that I did not make a mess. Served with a side of chips, it made for a
tasty lunch. I have notified the Food
Channel of my abilities, but no response as of yet.
It’s
Just A Sammich – Nothing More
In August, I took a local client to lunch at a place called
“Grinders”. They serve delicious
submarine sandwiches, grinder being another, somewhat archaic term, for that
type of sandwich. However, when
submitting your expense report to your home office located in another state, it
may not be clear what the term “entertained client at Grinders” actually means.
There could be questions such as:
What type of grinding was involved in this so-called entertainment?
Was there any bumping going on along with this grinding?
Did any of the ladies working there remove any clothing as
part of this entertainment?
Were there any cash tips involved that may or may not be
included on your expense report under “Miscellaneous” expenses?
Now in the interest of providing the ultimate in customer
service to my clients, I would have endured a bawdier environment. But this was
not the case. It was just sammiches,
excellent sammiches at that. The
waitresses were fully clothed the entire time. And this being an establishment
that caters to an older crowd, you would never want them to remove any
clothing. In fact, if they tried, I would have tipped them generously to
refrain. I will admit to sticking one of
the grinders in my mouth, and that’s all.
The
Worst Dinner of the Year
While dining at a local restaurant, my wife ordered the
3-piece chicken dinner. There are basic
expectations here. It will be chicken and there will be three pieces. My wife was served two pieces of chicken and
a rock-hard, baked? – probably under-microwaved, potato. The waitress successfully delivered the third
piece of chicken upon request. However, the baked potato had to be sent back a
second time for additional microwaving.
Of course, this blatant incompetency was entirely my fault because I selected
the restaurant. I think the staff could
use some additional training. Question
#1 on the final test: How many pieces of chicken are in the 3-piece chicken
dinner?
Runner Up: A bar-and-grill where one of my groups meet,
serves chicken tenders which have a greenish tint. The chicken tastes okay, it just looks
funny. I will never order it. Why?
I do not like green chick and fries
I do not like them, with the guys
I do not like them in the bar
I do not like them in my car ….
The
Biggest Cojones of the Year
In September, a major credit reporting service announced
that in May, that would be four months earlier, massive amounts of highly-sensitive,
financial data they are allowed to collect on you and 143 million other people,
had been hacked.
Now your personal data may or may not have been hacked,
since they never sent out a letter informing you for sure. However, a week after their announcement,
this same company was advertising a protection service that stops digital
pirates from doing evil things with your stolen data, such as maybe draining all
your bank accounts. The ads warn: You are in great danger if these hackers have
all your personal financial data.
Of course, this danger is why you should have guarded my
data much better than you did. But by your
gross incompetence, you did create 143 million potential new customers for your
swell protective services. I will not be
one of them. This takes cojones, big
cojones. And if I ever meet the person responsible for this breech, I will kick
him square in the cojones.
Worst
Brown Out of the Year
My neighborhood was suffering cable outages and the technician
traced the problem to the line extension in my bedroom. He asked me how much I watched that TV and I
explained “I only watch it when I poop”.
So my desire to watch TV when I poop was shorting out, or more like browning-out,
the entire neighborhood system. We
decided to solve the problem by using the Internet. So now I am streaming video
while I am streaming other things.
Worst
Customer Service of the Year
My trash removal provider changed our pickup day from
Tuesday to Friday. I was not happy with
this move because it meant my trash would be picked up on the last day of the
week. As someone whose last name begins
with the letter “A” I am used to being at the front of the line, not the
back. I expect to be treated with the
respect I deserve, even by my trash company.
Everything was fine until one week when the trash in our
neighborhood was not picked up on Friday.
I don’t know if they accidentally skipped us, ran out of time for the week,
or whatever. Regardless, they should
have picked up the trash as soon as possible, even if that had to incur
additional costs.
When I messaged them through their website, I was informed
my garbage would be picked up on Monday.
However, when my wife called their office early Monday morning to
confirm, she was told the trash would be picked up on Tuesday. But it wasn’t picked up Monday, nor was it
picked up Tuesday. A call to them late Tuesday
resulted in a commitment for Wednesday, which of course did not happen. The
neighbors were enraged! The neighborhood
The good news is the trash was finally, and triumphantly
for the neighborhood, picked up on Thursday, only six days late. And then the garbage truck came back on
Friday for the regular pick-up, but strangely there was very little trash to
collect. Customer service of this level
takes a special type of stupid and most of the neighbors have switched to a new
provider who dutifully picks up our trash every Wednesday without fail.
Tommy Timothy Tobias Trout
Would not haul my garbage out
He’d tell us fibs and tell us lies
While coons were happy and so were flies
And though the neighbors would scream and shout
He simply would not haul my garbage out …..
(Part 2 next week)
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