Why would this happen in this day and age?

​While at the north end of Bayfield Street in Barrie, Ontario today, we entered the drive through at Tim Hortons.  

My daughter, who suffers from anxiety, had a panic attack, was inconsolable and sobbing somewhat loudly.  

When we got to the speaker to order, my daughter was already overwhelmed, could not make up her mind to place an order so I let “the voice” know that we had changed our minds, apologized and that we would be driving through.  

Instead of a civil response we heard someone mocking the cries and sobs of my daughter.  We simply moved ahead and weighed our response.  

When we got to the window, the employee was more interested in seeing who was in the car than my apology for going through and not ordering.  My offer of an apology for taking up time was completely ignored.  I have received more recognition of my existence from fence posts   

My gut response, once out of the line up, as a mother was to go inside and demand just treatment for my daughter and an apology.   However, this would have exacerbated my daughter’s panic attack.  

I  am speechless at the lack of compassion shown here, the absence of civility, the ignorance of the human condition and the complete disregard for simple customer service skills.  

What is wrong with that employee?   

Why would I post this publicly rather than on a customer feedback form on Tim Hortons web page?  Because my last submission via that web page went completely ignored.   I was letting them know about leaky cups which did not hurt my feelings but was simply inconvenient.   

This is a post to show a friend all about WordPress and how to post

My Cat

1. This is a picture of my cat.  that’s it.
2. Tom was sitting next to me.

 

please click here to see where I work 

Hannah’s Dress Collection

Since I received my new serger for my birthday in June, I have been discovering that sewing knits and stretch fabrics can actually be an enjoyable experience.

Hannah's Camoflague Outfit for a Trip to the Zoo

I had some Lycra and spandex material leftover from a swimsuit project and was able to make this for Hannah for our trip to the zoo in August.

Mind you, I have also rediscovered the wonders of my simple sewing machine as well…

My Friend, Darren

My Friend, Darren, originally uploaded by Allegromouse.

I am by no means a great photographer. I own a camera that is way beyond me. I don’t have the patience for all the settings and can’t be bothered to read the manual that weighs more than my first born.
My friend, Darren is a great photographer though, so I spent almost our entire geocaching event trip taking pictures of him, taking pictures.

Remembering Chicken Pox

Chicken Pox, originally uploaded by Allegromouse.

Two years ago Hannah had the Chicken Pox. They showed up while we were camping in Parry Sound, Ontario.
Rather than mess around with cotton balls and Calamine Lotion, we bought a paint brush at the dollar store in town and painted her head to toe with the lotion. She was over it in a week.
While other parents were pulling their children out of daycare only to have them get it anyway, we were glad it was done and over.

Sunday Dinner

Sunday Dinner, originally uploaded by Allegromouse.

I spend all kinds of time in the woods around the area and never found these on my own. Step son # 1 wanders out for the first time and brings us back a pound! Great Sunday Dinner.

Practicing for the Big Race on Saturday

We got it!, originally uploaded by Allegromouse.

This cart has seen a number of cousins venture down Talbot Street in Port McNicoll. This weekend, Hannah believes it is her turn to race the family go-cart down the hill.
I have to hurry up and sew that bublle wrap suit and only have two days to compelte it!

…formally known as “The CowTippin’Idiots

We started caching 4 years ago when my daughter was two. We were a team/cast of 5. Three have since moved on to either get their own accounts or not cache at all anymore (I know…who does that?)

Now that my daughter is 6, literate and quite linguistically aware, she has decided to take offense at our team name and would like to be known otherwise, although my husband gave us this name with all the best intentions; when he first saw that we were heading out to find tupperware in the woods in Vasey at night during the first snowfall of the year, he said, “What are you Cow tippin’ idiots up to now?” Our team name was born.

My daughter has been with me on 95% of the cache finds. We have most likely eaten collectively more than 100 peanut butter sandwiches in the car on cache-runs, my daughter has laid down on almost every trail in the Simcoe County Forest Series and refused another step, she yelled out “Do it again” when we got mud on the inside roof our Suzuki, because mom made a wrong turn and forgot to close the windows before sinking in the mud and my daughter was potty trained in our bathroom and in the forests of Huronia.

Unfortunately my daughter no longer likes our team name and hasn’t for some time. I will have to move on with my own account and once she finds her own geocaching identity we will write logs of her own.  My daughter is still with me on the cache hunts.  We still bring random people along on these trips,  but the Cow Tippin’ Idiots are no more…

We never win anything!

It's almost just like Christmas.

This time we did! We were the lucky winners of Erika Jean’s Blog contest! How cool is that.
Hannah was very excited to pick this up at the mail box tonight.

Klingon Quiddler

Klingon Quiddler, originally uploaded by Allegromouse.

If we had been playing in Klingon, I would have had the highest score ever!!!!