The squirrel is still there. A 40 in a poke now rests with its decomposing corpse, but it remains suspended in the crotch of a branch. I wonder why no birds have pecked out its eyes and gorged on the advantageous fall feast. Perhaps the squirrel’s guardian is the owner of the malt beverage that is also positioned among the spindly branches. Its like some perverted decoration mocking the festive plastic evergreens beginning to sprinkle the department stores. A post modern enigma - which is the simuIacrum? I think about that rodent every day.
Baskin Robbins’ corporate office issued Ivy two $2 gift certificates in compensation for our experience.
We will notify the appropriate people of your experience and hope your next visit to Baskin Robbins will be more enjoyable.
At Baskin Robbins we value our customers and are committed to making your visit to our stores and use of our products a pleasant experience. Please accept our apologies and the enclosed gift as a gesture of our appreciation.
There has been no response from the Olympia franchise owner. But thanks to Sarah at Olyblog for directing local attention to our BR (as in butt rupture) experience. Hopefully that franchise experienced a tiny drop in business or at least a karmic headache for the owner.
Delurking Day was a success. Thank yous to all who bothered to leave comments: Reflections In The Snow Covered Hills, No Kids, No Life, Just a Wife, Red W(h)ine & Boo and O for Obsessive. Plus my pals without blogs. I feel the faintest of echoes across the internet; we are not alone.
PLUS
Read this great article about breastfeeding vs. marketing culture.