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They know me at Smoothie King. Not as in a VIP step right up sir kind of way, more in the way we used to tolerate the homeless guys at Sound Exchange. I'm pretty sure they are nice to me cause I'm sad, not cause I'm cool.
The woman who owns the place doesn't see me that often, but she's seen me enough to recognize me as a regular.
One cool thing they do at SK is remember what you usually get. You walk in and they rhetorically ask if you want the usual.
Anyway I walk in one day and the owner is there, she asks me
'blueberry heaven? Erm...no..peach slice plus
I've never had blueberry heavan, not once, why did she ask em that..I shrugged it off.
Fast forward a month to yesterday. I walk in and I see a tallish, blondish dude order a blueberry heaven. He is wearing Wranglers, and boots, and is what most observers would call a redneck.
The blueberry heaven guys is a redneck!
This means I have been mistaken for a redneck! Now I won't dispute a slight physical resemblance, but I had hoped I wasn't easily confused with our more chicken fried denizens.
Is this what she thinks of me? To her, I'm no cooler than the redneck guy, hell not even distinguishable.
It can be eye opening to learn how we are perceived in our day to day routines.
To my co-workers I'm aloof, moody and anti-social. I dispute none of these charges. But I thought I had been on my best behavior at the king.
The woman who owns the place doesn't see me that often, but she's seen me enough to recognize me as a regular.
One cool thing they do at SK is remember what you usually get. You walk in and they rhetorically ask if you want the usual.
Anyway I walk in one day and the owner is there, she asks me
'blueberry heaven? Erm...no..peach slice plus
I've never had blueberry heavan, not once, why did she ask em that..I shrugged it off.
Fast forward a month to yesterday. I walk in and I see a tallish, blondish dude order a blueberry heaven. He is wearing Wranglers, and boots, and is what most observers would call a redneck.
The blueberry heaven guys is a redneck!
This means I have been mistaken for a redneck! Now I won't dispute a slight physical resemblance, but I had hoped I wasn't easily confused with our more chicken fried denizens.
Is this what she thinks of me? To her, I'm no cooler than the redneck guy, hell not even distinguishable.
It can be eye opening to learn how we are perceived in our day to day routines.
To my co-workers I'm aloof, moody and anti-social. I dispute none of these charges. But I thought I had been on my best behavior at the king.
posted by Robert_M at 11:28 AM
1 Comments:
A Crappy Marketing View: Blueberry Heaven is probably the best selling flavor they have. So when she does not know your "regular" order she places odds on the product with the best winning percentage. If she hits 30% of the time she increases loyality. Or the blueberry is about to go bad and she is trying to move it. Many people are probably so happy to be "recognized" they accept the offer!!!
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