The first bad experience was in Cleveland, shocker there. I knew the city-if you can call it that-was run down, beat up and mostly importantly desolate. Compared to Cleveland, Pittsburgh looks like NYC, I am not even kidding you. Anyway, I lost my dead-grandmother's ruby ring. Yes it was my fault. I took it off to wash my hands, but I honestly think that the two employees, who were working together, took the ring. I usually don't think like this because trusting people is my thing, but there is no other solution.
The ring was in my pocket, and when I placed the bathroom key, which was in my pocket, on the counter I think the ring came out with it. The only people that could have seen the ring were the two employees, who not to mention were dating. I would hope neither employee took it, but the way each was searching for it, and some comments were made, it was a little too obvious.
If it wasn't either of them sorry for placing the blame on the innocent, but if it was I hope at least one of them gets hit by a bus, no joke. Although that may be a little impossible since there is no form of transportation in that 'city.'
Secondly this week, today actually, I found out why drive-thrus are called drive-thrus. I literally drove right thru, no joke.
Order of events this morning:
- ordered my Americano and paper
- pulled up to the window
- gave the barista my card
- he ran the card
- he gave me back card/receipt/paper, no Americano
- I drove away
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