Double Double Burger and Double Trouble
A story of doubles...
Do they still have Double Bubble bubble gum?
I don't know, not having blown a bubble gum bubble in some time.
In fact, I only thought of it just now while thinking of some other doubles I have recently experienced.
Following a client visit two weeks ago, and being "an hungered," i stopped in an In And Out Burger establishment and ordered a Double Double Burger of lettuce, tomato, onion, two beef patties and two slices of cheese, etc.
Coming in I had held the door for two fellows I thought might be in a hurry and let them join the line ahead of me. While we were standing in line waiting to order, I told them about the previous Friday's visit to the same establishment, and how I had ordered that week's Double Double Burger "to go" only to be lost in the shuffle of the steady flow of orders until the staff called our for Number 29 to pick up an order, and I was Number 11.
When I had approached the counter and shown my Number 11 receipt, the surprised counter person hastened to right the wrong and I resumed "watiently paiting" though I was really in no hurry. (We writers find any flow of people fascinating and inspiring.)
Before I could resume "thishful winking" the counter person brought me two gift cards each of which entitled me to a free burger, fries, and a drink!
Three cheers for gracious customer service! While I was still marveling at the good fortune which had rewarded my patience, my Double Double Burger, was personally delivered and I was on my way.
When the two men had placed their orders that following week, it turned out that I was once again Number 11. The two men were now seated and starting to eat, when I went over and showed them my receipt showing I was once again Number 11. We laughed and they wished me repeated good fortune.
The wait was short and, with small bag in hand, I passed by their table to show that prompt service had triumphed over good fortune.
My wife and I had enjoyed the previous Saturday's Double Double Burgers, fries, and root beers, and when I returned to see if I might be Number 11 three times in a row, I was Number 94 and chatted with Number 92 about my earlier good fortune while we waited.
Good fortune did not prevail, however, when I purchased a battery operated "automatic" can opener. Following opening just four cans delightfully, its soul went back to China and we were left with our still fresh batteries and a different kind of a Chinese junk.
Deciding that I must have purchased the one in a billion lemon, I returned the "automatic" cannot opener to the same store and picked up its replacement cousin which fitfully opened one can and balked at performing a two-in-a-row double when its soul so hastily rejoined its cousin's.
Giving up on that unimproved version of China's "automatic" cannot opener, I returned it also and opted for a still modern design, but manually operated 4-in-1 can opener I presented to my wife as solace for our mutual frustration.
My wife commented as follows: "At least this time you didn't buy one that was made in China." I smiled with anticipation, imagining it might even have been made in the USA (as I had not noticed where it was made when I bought it.)
My wife continued, "This one is made in Taiwan."
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