When It Becomes Cookie D’oh!
I was at a soccer game. I decided to take a short walk around the concourse and treat myself to a souvenir Dippin’ Dots cup. The kiosk has all of four flavors available (cookies & cream, rainbow sherbet, cookie dough, and brownie batter), and none of them look alike.
Me: “One cookie dough, please.”
One lady took my order and handed the bowl to her coworker, saying cookie dough. While she took my payment, the coworker filled the bowl (the “menu” of sorts covers the glass, so it’s not possible to see what she’s doing from the front side of the cart). A minute later and she hands a bowl to me, full of cookies & cream (obvious by the Oreo pieces).
I hated to complain, but I said:
Me: “I asked for cookie dough.”
Worker: “Isn’t that cookie dough?”
Lady Who Took My Order: “Nah, cookie dough has the brown bits.”
I hand the bowl back, and she takes a fresh bowl and fills it. A minute later, and I’m looking at brownie batter (obvious by the brown, not white, dots and almost black bits of brownie).
Me: “That’s brownie batter, but it’s okay, I’ll take it.”
That was my second choice, and I didn’t want to ask her to redo my order again. She came around to my side of the kiosk.
Worker: “WHICH one?!”
I pointed to the photo. The light bulb went on, and a minute later, I was walking away with my cookie dough dots.