If you were nicer you already would have. ijs.

I love beets!

I have a beet story. When I was 3 or 4, I walked in to the kitchen and asked what we were having for dinner. My mother said “blah, blah, blah and beets” I said “I don’t want any yucky fucking beets” My mother went very still, and said, carefully “What did you say?” I repeated, “I don’t want any yucky fucking beets” My mother then realized that I had NO idea what I was saying, because if I did, I wouldn’t have repeated it. She said “oh, don’t say that word, it’s a bad word.” I said “what, yucky?”

I'm a little charmed at the notion of having to refuse three times.

It’s like denying Christ!

I had great customer service help last night on the phone from cingular wireless. When we were done I asked the rep. if I could tell someone how helpful she was. Now this is tht second time I've done this in about a year and I swear both times the people sounded like they were gonna cry. Customer Service people almost never get props, so if you have a good experience, take another minute and let their supervisor know. The way I figure it, most places are giving crappy customer service, so the ones who aren't need praise.

I went to my usual grocery a few weeks ago where I usually get crap service (but it's close, cheap and convenient). This time, however, EVERYONE there was so helpful. The checker was cheerful and smiling, the bagger polite and even the guy gathering carts in the parking lot said hello with a smile. I couldn't get over how nice everyone was, so I called the number on my receipt and told the manager what great service I got that day. She was tickled pink.

I think the manager was new because the service has been pretty good in subsequent trips back to that store.

I'm so inured to crap service that I literally get a shock when it's good to great and always try to tell someone in charge about it.

She said “oh, don’t say that word, it’s a bad word.” I said “what, yucky?”

HAHAHAHA

She said “oh, don’t say that word, it’s a bad word.” I said “what, yucky?”

Oh, my. THat's so cute!

I'm a little charmed at the notion of having to refuse three times.

It’s like denying Christ!

Or Muslim divorces...or offers of wifely duty.

She said “oh, don’t say that word, it’s a bad word.” I said “what, yucky?”

No, beets. (very cute story!)

I'm so inured to crap service that I literally get a shock when it's good to great and always try to tell someone in charge about it.

At our last house, we had an awful time with the phone company -- huge screwup, there had been a dozen lines in the apartment at one time, blah blah -- and finally they had to send someone out.

It was pouring rain out, and the service guy had to go outside at least a dozen times. Then he not only got the phone working, he fixed every jack in every room, including an ancient hard-wired jack (not the one with the plug-in -- he made it a plug-in for me). After a few minutes, I panicked, thinking, This is going to cost a fortune, since it wasn't part of the service agreement. But when he left, after making sure everything was working and goo-gooing at the baby, he never handed me a work order. Which meant he did it all out of the goodness of his heart. I wanted to call Verizon and tell them what a great guy he was, and how wonderful the service was, but as Stephen pointed out, it would probably have gotten him in trouble.

OK, Martha Stewart is on TV, making recipes she came up with in prison, I shit you not.

Have voted. Must shower.

The new Martha show got panned somewhere, I was reading over someone's shoulder on the train.

hey Jesse, who'd you vote for. I voted for the guy, then the lady, then the other guy (but we are different districts, so that won't be the same).

Is Martha demonstrating how to make shanks?