So I felt like getting Cafe Rio for dinner.
And I had a free dessert ticket from my last meal (if you do like a six second survey).
I go to pay, and hand them the ticket, and they look through the bag and see that the pie (I got pie, fresh lime pie, best pie ever) it had tipped to the side and all the whipped cream had fallen off. I didn't care, it tasted the same, it was free.
Well that was just unacceptable. UNACCEPTABLE. In the eyes of the migrant worker at least.
She wanted to get me a new one. I refused. She took it to her manager, she was like "he doesn't care, just give it to him" and I was like, "yeah, just give it to me."
This went on for a few minutes. Holding up the line.
I really didn't care.
I didn't get a drink (because I had a massive one at home).
She insisted, insisted, that I get a drink. For free.
She wouldn't take no for an answer.
And then gave me another ticket for free pie.
Free pie results in a free drink and more free pie.
How do they make money?
1 comment:
that looks delightful.
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