It’s been awhile since I’ve had a tantrum in public. When I was younger and wound much tighter (if you can believe that), I would regularly pitch fits about sucky customer services and other things. I haven’t done it in awhile. Maybe I’m choosing my battles or maybe (as a friend pointed out), I don’t get out enough.
My name is Beth and yesterday I lost it at Dairy Queen.
I am not proud of it, but I think it had to be done. Maybe my emotions got the best of me, maybe I should have just walked away. Right or wrong, it happened because I am human and that 16 year old behind the counter needed to be the victim of my rant.
I am sure that a lot changed at Dairy Queen headquarters because of my actions. The Queen him/herself is probably making executive changes right and left simply because some irate mom came in on a Sunday afternoon and lost her mind.
The scene: After a family trip the library (Yes, nerds. All of us), I told the kids we’d get a treat. We stopped at DQ. There was a drive thru option, but we weren’t sure what we wanted so we went in. Mistake #1.
We told the DQE (DQ Employee) we needed a minute (she was the only one working). Mistake #2. We quickly decided what we wanted and went to the counter.
Just then a car came to the drive thru. Instead of waiting on us, the DQE took the drive thru order. No biggie. She then let me know that it was going to be a while because she had 6 large blizzards to make. “Fine,” I replied. Mistake #3. Technically we were in line before that damn 6-Blizzard car, but it’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. No worries.
****Just for the record, I still don’t know how anyone eats a large Blizzard. I’d have the runs for days.***
The 6 Blizzards really did take an eternity. The kids and Ken lounged in the sun, took a five mile run, and read War and Peace. Just as DQE was finishing the 6 Blizzard order, another car came to the drive thru. I got a bad feeling. I looked at Sam and said, “If she takes their order first, I’m going to have a fit. It’s going to be ugly.” Foreshadow.
Sure enough, 6 Blizzard car paid and was gone. DQE starts filling the order for car #2. Meanwhile I have been waiting for 20 minutes. My heart rate got elevated like it does when I’m mad. I poked my head in the little ordering window.
Me: “Uh…ma’am excuse me? Are you really gong to take their order before mine? After all this time? Are you kidding me?”
DQE: “Yeah, sorry. It’s policy that we take the drive thru before other customers.”
Me: “Don’t you think you should have told me that A LONG TIME AGO? (voice shaking, kids’ eyes getting big) Don’t you think it would have been helpful to tell me to get in my car and go through the drive thru?
DQE: “I’m not trying to be a jerk or anything. This is just how it is.”
Me: (trying not be to an embarrassing irate parent but knowing it’s too late) “Well…that’s…just ridiculous.” (And now for the irate parent quote of the hour that I never thought I’d say)”I’ll just take my business elsewhere.” (Which in the end is ineffective because she didn’t give a shit and neither does DQ).
I stomped out to the car filling everyone in on this major injustice I had just experienced. There are 49 other DQs in town but I didn’t want to go to any of them. I was making a statement! It was the principle of the thing!
Okay, I can hear you already telling me that there are worse things than a long line at DQ. I know that so don’t bother saying it. But, sometimes life gets the best of you and you have.a.moment. Granted, I did not yell and throw things, but the vein in my neck bulged and that is a big deal for me.
You know you’ve done it.
When have you had a tantrum in public? Why? Did it make a difference? I did feel kind of bad afterwards. I think the girl was just trying to do what she had been told to do. I imagined that girl as my daughter and then I felt really bad. I do think she should have used some common sense, however.