(The picture above is of a Tim Horton’s location in Moncton and is by Wikipedia user Stu Pendousmat. It is used in accordance with its Creative Commons License)
So, I was going through the drive through at Tim Hortons, ordering a quick set of snacks for the kids and me. The kids are at home. I pull up to the speaker and ask for a coffee (me), a sour cream glazed donut (also me), and two chocolate glazed donuts (for the kids). Then I remembered that Vivian prefers chocolate chip cookies, so I changed the order to one chocolate glazed donut and one chocolate chip cookie. The order appears on the screen, and I’m asked to pull up to receive it.
Well, a nice young woman takes my payment and starts handing out the order. There’s the coffee. There’s the sour cream glazed donut. There’s the chocolate chip cookie. And there’s two chocolate glazed donuts. Not one, two.
I know I paid for just one.
At first I think, “Cool! Free donut!” But then I think about The Good Place, and how little things can have big consequences for the rest of eternity, and my next thought is, “Damn! I’ve got to hand one of those back.”
I called the young woman back, and said to her, “I’m sorry, you gave me two, and I only asked for one.”
“Okay,” she said, taking the bag, and putting one more chocolate glazed donut into it.
“No, no,” I said. “You gave me too many. You gave me two instead of one!”
She cocks an eyebrow. “You want me to add two more?”
“Nonono!”
We got it worked out. Eventually. After some wrangling. She didn’t even have to talk to her manager or anything like that. So, I went home, chuckling to myself, and handed off the goodies.
And found that they’d accidentally substituted a chocolate glazed donut for my sour cream glazed one.
Michael Schur, I blame you.