One of the Devil's Handmaidens apparently thinks a pinwheel is a kind of sandwich! Because a most recent batch had very little meat, and very much tortilla. I suppose that's cheaper for The Devil. I think the packages are probably sold by weight. And I'm pretty certain The Devil injects his meat with water, too. That's why I buy my meat at Save A Lot. There is no suspiciously-separating fluid that is released when I cook it. Only juices which later solidify to grease. Not some bubbly suspension that separates.
Anyhoo...back to my pinwheels. I unroll them. Not for inspection purposes, but because sometimes I add a snippet of bacon, since The Devil goes pretty light on that ingredient in the Chicken Bacon Ranch Pinwheel. Then I roll it back, tearing off the segment of tortilla that is redundant, leaving only enough to cover the meat and cheese. I don't waste it! I eat it after the main pinwheel, with a side of an individual bag of BBQ chips.
LOOK at that sadness that passes for a Chicken Bacon Ranch Pinwheel at The Devil's Playground! Don't get me started on that limp scrap of lettuce, and the absent bacon. That pinwheel-builder put the main course right in the middle. NO! It belongs at one end, and is then rolled into a pinwheel configuration. This one was plopped in the middle, and COVERED with another tortilla! Just how much tortilla does a Chicken Bacon Ranch Pinwheel need, anyway? This is a disgrace!
Oh, and TODAY when I looked on the shelf for my Chicken Bacon Ranch Pinwheel (always the eternal optimist, our Mrs. Hillbilly Mom), I saw that there were three of them. Eager to nab them as my own, I reached out to check the date, and noticed that rather than the shelf-labeled price of $2.98, each individual package bore a price of $5.98! That's dirty pool! Bait and switch! False advertising!
Being newly assertive thanks to my blog buddies buoying my confidence, I took one over to the deli counter and waved it under the nose of two Millennials working there.
"Why is your shelf labeling the price of these pinwheels as $2.98, and the package saying they are $5.98?" A logical question, I assumed.
"Huh. Maybe they're just in the wrong place." Said the only one of the two Millennials who deigned to answer.
"They're in the same place they've been for months." I wasn't falling for that tactic. Yet that Millennial gave no further response, but walked off, my question having ruined his repartee with his fellow Millennial, I suppose, who busied himself straightening the hot food rather than make eye contact with Crazy Mrs. Hillbilly Mom.
You'd think he might have added that he'd go check on it. Or called a manager over. Or at least walked out to see what I was talking about. I marched right back over to the shelf and put the pinwheel back. No way was I going to buy something they were trying to trick me into!
I also complained to the Devil's Handmaiden at the checkout when she asked me if I found everything.
"No. And I don't even remember what, but there were several things. What's on my mind, though, is the fact that the pinwheels in the deli were on a shelf marked, $2.98, but they were labeled $5.98. So I put them back."
The Devil's Handmaiden pretended to be interested in my answer, but mainly just tut-tutted and continued ringing up my stuff and turning her carousel the wrong way so I couldn't grab them and put them in my cart until after she had already given my total and was awaiting payment.
It this treatment continues, I might just work up courage to ask for a manager. The Devil shall possibly, in time, rue the day that Mrs. HM retired.
5 comments:
I would have asked for the manager that same day. Price discrepancies are not to be allowed. In my checkout days, I would have told the customer I'd let her have it for the shelf price, since the people with the price sticker guns sometimes make mistakes, but then I'd call the department manager for that area and get him to check and fix. I was quite popular with my customers.
I know what I'd have done with that left over tortilla strip too. I wouldn't just eat it in with the nachos or whatever. I would layer it with chicken, bacon, cheese and roll it up. Mini pinwheel!
Maybe there will be a new fiddle "duel" song by the Charlie Daniels Band. What would it be called?
River,
You know how to give actual CUSTOMER SERVICE! Not just do enough to get by and pretend that you care.
My pinwheels, though more aesthetically appealing, with more meat and cheese, do not have the same taste as these pitiful excuses I've been buying lately. So as not to compare the two, I just have the soft tortilla strips that I trim off with some crunchy BBQ or even Sour Cream and Cheddar potato chips. It's a nice contrast.
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Sioux,
The Devil Resides in Hillmomba.
I am with River! The older I get, the bolder I get. I seem to enjoy a good rousing argument and I seldom lose, since I won't back down.
Kathy,
I should fly you both to Hillmomba. Well. I might send an Uber for you. But I could have Farmer H pick up a couple of gently-used pitchforks, and flaming torches, and the two of you could storm The Devil's Playground on my behalf!
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