Every once in a while, you see someone so absurdly wrong, yet quietly oblivious to themselves. Last night, I went with my family to U-Swirl. It's the new, hip ice-cream joint in Meridian. Instead of conventionally ordering your ice cream, you go through a line with a cup and pour your own soft-serve. The cashier uses a scale of dubious precision to measure the weight of your ice cream. You pay 39 cents per ounce, if I'm not mistaken. They have this deal where, if perchance you land on the correct weight, say 15.2 oz, the ice cream's free. I myself have come a cruel tenth of an ounce away from that figure more than once.
So I'm standing in line and this cute little old granny squodges by, cup in hand. But she's going the wrong way, from the cashier to the dispensers. Over the course of 3 minutes, she politely and resolutely relays back and forth through the line half a dozen times. I soon observe that she is weighing her cup and throwing spoonfuls of ice cream in the trash in order to achieve the golden weight. The busy cashier takes quite a while before candidly noticing the scandal.
My dad and I have a good chuckle about this, and after we sit down at a table I point out to my sisters the hilarious ends people will go to just to save a few bucks. Then we watch as the offending granny is caught in the act. First she lies, claiming to have no money. Then she reveals that she has a coupon for a free cup of ice cream
already. Our bewilderment at this plot twist turns to lip-biting awkwardness as the victorious old nutter leaves the building with her friend...who was sitting next to us. She had been listening to our ridicule
the entire time.
C'est la vie. I hope she at least buys a tennis ball for her walker with all the money she's saved.