So yesterday it was raining, Abby couldn’t get outdoors to use up that energy she is cursed blessed to have, so I decided it would be a good day to go shopping and get her out of the house.
Let me just pause to say, I’M NEVER TAKING HER SHOPPING AGAIN :). That’s a lie BTW! I did not get out of the store without her sneaking in a dozen items in the cart.
Tired, hungry, needing a sit down cup of coffee, we then headed to Cracker Barrel. I’ve always loved Cracker Barrel and so does Abby. I order and our drinks are brought to us, then our meal. I’ve NEVER had a bad experience with Cracker Barrel until that moment. The cup they brought my coffee in was filthy. I don’t mean dirty, I mean FILTHY!
I didn’t say anything but of course I didn’t have that wonderful cup of coffee I had been dreaming about in the grocery store. Abby happy as a lark enjoyed her drink! 3 year old Abby doesn’t have a care in the world past wanting to know when Caliou and Curious George are coming on.
Abby happily slurping away on her drink, me dreaming of getting home to make coffee, and our food arrives. I pick up my fork to chow down, dig into my meatloaf, have it headed to my mouth and this long black hair was dangling in front of me.
Again I didn’t say anything but needless to say, I didn’t eat, however, I checked Abby’s food and let her eat. This one bad incident won’t cause me to quit eating at Cracker Barrel, it will cause me to quit eating at THAT Cracker Barrel!!! I sat dreaming of coffee and food. When I paid for our meal, the cashier asked me how our meal was. My reply was hmmm. That’s all I said but that is probably the rudest I’ve ever been at a restaurant. I’m just not one to make a scene. By the time we got home I was STARVING.
I put Abby to work on the sourdough bread, I used a box so all she had to do was pour in the ingredients. I set to work on Beef Stew in the crock pot, full of chunky cut veggies of course. I let some cream corn simmer on in a frying pan. I couldn’t wait for supper. Yum yum yum. Hurry up and wait… and wait we did. And wait, and wait. O.M.G. by 7 everything looked exactly like it did when I started it.
The crock pot didn’t even feel hot. I followed the extension cord… UNPLUGGED! U.N.P.L.U.G.E.D. Oh Abby!
Oh my goodness, what an experience you had this day for certain. I would have definitely had to ask to speak to the manager of Cracker Barrel by the time my food got there with its extra ingredient. In all likelihood, you would have gotten your meal for free AND it would have proved to be a valuable lesson to them. You can’t fix something if you don’t know it’s broken. But the crock-pot story? Well now that is probably the best of all. I can only imagine how disappointed you were when you discovered you weren’t going to be eating your stew that night for dinner. Great little story here my friend!
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LOL! I love three year olds :)
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Life is not boring with this particular 3 year old, that’s for sure lol.
Hilarious! I love reading about you and Abby!
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Ha thanks, we did get to enjoy our stew beef tonight. I sure had my heart set on it last night but in place of the crock pot plug was Abby’s Easy Bake Oven :-I. I saw it sitting beside it but didn’t think a thing in the world about it.
You are better then me..i would have spoken to a manager..glad Abby’s day was totally unaffected :)
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If the old manager was there I would have said something to him because I grew up with him, but they have a new manager now and I don’t have a clue who it is.
Oh…. I hate when that happens. So gross!!
Abby is such a card! Cute, but a card all the same
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LOL that she is.