Just a bit of randomness, for some reason last night/the wee hours of the morning, I remembered an incident I witnessed at a Kentucky Fried Chicken near me.
While I was waiting for my order, the gal came out from behind the counter and went up to some guys that had been waiting for theirs and informed them that they were sold out of the chicken pot pie. The guy was incensed and got up and went to the manager and started raving. Apparently when they ordered theirs, there were three pot pies sitting in plain view behind the counter. Yet, now, they didn't have any.
Ok. So far, this makes sense to me. He ordered it. They had it at the time he ordered it. Now, they don't. And he doesn't get what he had his mouth set for. I can see saying something.
The manager, I thought very politely, explained that she had sold those three pies to drive thru customers, not knowing they had been sold. She apologized. She offered him a choice of two other items from the menu that were more expensive.
Nope. He wanted his damn chicken pot pie. He ordered a chicken pot pie. He was hungry for a chicken pot pie. And they had fucked him out of his chicken pot pie.
She told him how long it would be before the next batch was ready, and, further, offered him his money back for the inconvenience.
Nope. He wasn't going to wait. He wanted his chicken pot pie now.
Ok, this was the point where I had to wonder just what the hell I was missing. First off, never fuck with the people handling your food and drink out of your sight, dumb ass. Second, she not only apologized, but made very clear, and well thought, options to make it up to him. He could take a more expensive item now. Or he could wait for a pot pie for free if he was willing to wait.
He wasn't satisfied with either of them, but continued to yell and raise hell. What the fuck did he want her do? Pull one out of her ass? Chase down the car and get one back? What?
In the random number generator I got handed instead of a brain, I somehow jumped a tangent and thought of the dynamic.
Dominants that want something from their submissive that isn't given and then rant and rave no matter the appeasement offered. Without offering any guidance on how the submissive can make it right.
Or the submissive who isn't getting their needs met by their Dominant and rebels consistently without giving a clue why, but expecting their Person to look at the print on the screen, or the absence of it, and somehow miraculously divine what the precise issue is.
I don't know. Perhaps I'm just old. And we all know what they say about old dogs and new tricks.
But, I just can't see any point or purpose behind continuing to rant and rave and revisit and punish without some form of offered, or accepted, redemption. Some way to make it right. Some form of apology. Some hint of mercy.
Unless you're just a dick that doesn't understand the difference between "assertive" and "aggressive" and enjoy making a scene in the middle of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
