I took a quick trip by Amtrak on Saturday.
Unfortunately, I left my shaker in the seat back pocket of the train. Not the end of the world – just a little annoying. I have 2 – one I keep at work and 1 I keep at home.
So I had my weigh in today.
After I got off the scale and coach recorded my weight, it came back to me that I needed another shaker.
ME: … oh by the way, I left my shaker on a train this weekend; do you think it's possible for me to get have another?
C: Absolutely – sure – that's no problem. I'll grab you one as you walk out.
We head to the counter – I pick out some packets – coach grabs a shaker, bags it all up – swipes my credit card and give me the slip to sign. I notice that it's $12 more than it normally is.
ME: Doc why's it so much more this week – I thought each box was $30?
C: Huh? Let me see. Oh – yeah – that's right. It's the $12 for the shaker.
ME: Really? I see – I didn't know it was $12 … !
... dead air dead air dead air ...
ME: I don't think I want to pay that much for this shaker …
C: Oh?
ME: No – that's just too much.
C: Well – I've already run it through Marlene.
... dead air dead air dead air ...
ME: I know but I didn't know I was being charged for the shaker AND I didn't know it was going to be $12 …
C: Well – seeing as how I already ran it through, what I'll do is, next week, I'll charge you $12 less for your food.
I just signed the dang bill and get outta there.
I was ticked because – I wish I'd been told the shaker was $12 up front. My thinking – and I could be wrong – was that when I asked if I could have another shaker, the reply shoulda been something along the lines of; "Sure, but it's $12."
The whole weigh in just cemented my decision to leave and finish this on my own.