Last night was bowling… before bowling we always meet for dinner, so I went to meet Michelle and Eric for dinner at Austin Wok n Roll and stopped at Randalls (grocery store) for some snacks. That was annoying. You see, Randalls has this discount card that you can use to save money on certain items, like a reusable coupon. They have these items marked with labels that read, “Randalls remarkable price: $____”. Without the card you can’t get the savings.
It’s dumb. They give the card to anyone, all you have to do is ask for it. So why not just give the discounts to everyone? Anyway… I have a card but I don’t carry it with me everywhere because I never shop there. They are more expensive than HEB and there’s not one near me. So when I get up to the register and he rings me up, he asks if I have a Randalls card. I told him that I do, but that I didn’t have it with me.
So he asks for my phone number to look it up. Well, heck… I got this card like 7 or 8 years ago and I have no idea what number I put on the application or if I ever updated my info. I gave him my current home number, which I’ve had for like an eternity. The computer rejected it. So he tried it again… and again… and again. Meanwhile I’m like, CAN I JUST PAY FOR MY FREAKING SNACKS AND LEAVE?
Then he says, “Let me give you a new card.” Like an idiot I said “ok” thinking the process had changed and they were just handing out cards now. NO. That fool handed me an application. What? Are you kidding me? JUST GIVE ME MY SNACKS! I just want to give you my money, take my candies and go. Why does this have to be so hard?
Anyway, now I have a new Randalls card. Yay for me. Whatever.
Things just went worse after that. I realized I had left my bowling ball and shoes at home and I was halfway to Wok n Roll. I contemplated not going back and just renting shoes and using a house ball… but eeuwww. I think I’m more grossed out at the thought of using a house ball than I am about using rental shoes. At least with the shoes I have my socks between me and them, and the shoes get sprayed with disinfectant.
My actually fingers would have to touch inside the holes of the house balls. GROSS! They don’t spray disinfectant in those things! You don’t know what people have been touching before they bowled, or while they were bowling. Just think of all the gross disgusting things people could be doing with their hands, then bowling. Seriously, why don’t bowling alleys spray Lysol in the ball holes, or at least wipe them out with Clorox wipes?
Obviously I turned around and went back for my ball and shoes. I was a little late to dinner, but it was worth it. It’s kind of funny because the review we found on-line about Wok N Roll said it was good but that the tables were sticky. The review was correct, although I would add that the egg drop soup is bland and the white rice was not good.
Bowling was super fun again! Michelle bought this book with all these Cosmo type quizzes in them, so we spent all night doing those. I learned that I’m really nice and that I may be too relaxed… oh and that I’m not psychic, which is way wrong. I’m totally psychic! We also had a ton of snacks because Michelle had stopped to get some as well.
I bowled better this week, but still not up to my usual level. I’m getting better and that’s what matters. In the warm-up before the games started I got a strike, a spare, and a strike, so I quit warming up because I didn’t want to waste all my good stuff in warm-up. Apparently that was just a fluke because my bowling was not so great after that. I bowled a 119, 102, 156. So in total, I bowled six points over my average… so obviously I’m happy about that.
I think I’m slowly figuring out what it is that I’m doing wrong. I think it’s mostly posture and speed. I really want to go practice sometime this week or this weekend, but I’m not sure when I’m going to have time to do it. Next week we’re bowling against Andy’s team. So I have to practice so we can slaughter them… or to use his terminology: “Spank them.”
Today we get free lunch at work as part of the Customer Service Week celebrations. It’s BBQ, but I’m not sure from where. This should be interesting.
I noticed at Albertsons yesterday, when I scanned my card, they already started printing out coupons for me…..on stuff I had bought in the past. It kinda creeps me that they keep track of what I buy.
At Best Buy I always have to keep my composure at the check out. First they want your phone number…which they get a fake one. None of their dern business. And, believe me, they are better off NOT calling me. Then they want to know if you want Sports Illustrated or Entertainment Weekly. Neither…if I did I would have gone to the newstand instead of the electronics store. LEAVE ME ALONE.
I take acception to your comment on 119 being “not so great”….that’s like my high bowling score.
BBQ?? For Customer Service Week around here they just wanna slip you a weinie. Blah…fake meat.
Left by Mark on October 5th, 2005