Yesterday was sorta crappy. Funny now, but at the time, crappy.
It Didn’t Start Out Well…
Incident 1: Diaper “event” in Kid B’s crib. I won’t gross you out, but it involved premature removal of diaper.
Incident 2: Niece “washed” wii remote. In water.
Incident 3: Niece chewed up blue crayon and spit it on my carpet and shirt. It looked like someone had ingested blueberries and then barfed.
I love my niece. She is very creative in her destruction.
So, you can imagine I was looking forward to my escape to write in the afternoon.
The Afternoon Proved to be More of the Same
Zupa’s has a million “Wi-Fi Hotspot” signs, so I decided to try it out. And my day continued to suck.
So I order my food, and then try to log on to their wi-fi. But no networks are pulling up.
I go to the guy at the counter.
Me: “You have Wi-Fi, right?”
Him: “No, we don’t have that.”
Me (looking at signs all around restaurant): “You’ve got like ten signs saying you do.”
Him: “Oh, Wi-Fi. I thought you said ‘do you serve Wine Frye’.”
Me: “What the heck is Wine Frye?”
Him: “I don’t know. But I know we don’t serve it.”
I try logging on again while I start munching on my salad. It’s the “Nuts about Berries” salad. Only I soon realize there are no nuts on mine. And the nuts are my favorite part.
So I go up to another girl at the counter, this time presenting my salad plate.
Me: “Excuse me, maybe I’m just not seeing them, but I don’t think there are any nuts in this salad.”
Her: “Of course there are. It’s called Nuts about Berries.”
Me (slapping my forehead): “Yeah. I know. I meant, there are no nuts in my particular salad.”
Her: “So, you want more nuts?”
Me (remember my pet peeve about annoying word choices): “No. I don’t want more nuts. I want the original allotment of nuts that was somehow ignored in this particular nuts about berries salad.”
Me: “Yes. More nuts please.”
Back to trying to get Wi-Fi
I pull up the Wi-fi available, and still nothing. So I ask the guy at the counter.
Me: “What’s the Wi-fi network called?”
Him: “Ummm… I don’t know. Zupas maybe?”
The manager comes over. Thank goodness the authorities have been called.
Manager: “We have a Wi-fi bar over there against the wall. You can plug into the Wi-fi.”
Me after a loud sigh: “Plug in? Do you even know what Wi-fi stands for?”
Her: “Yeah. Internet.”
Me (smiling widely): “Great. Thank you.”
Seriously, is 3 o’clock in the afternoon happy hour at Zupas?