July 25th, 2010

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Okay, so I'm pale as hell. Like, literally, I am translucent. I glow when people take pictures of me and use flash. It's ridiculous, but you know what? I don't mind so much. It's how I am. And I'm not a fan of the whole tanning movement. At least for myself. I feel comfortable in my own skin, most times.

That being said, I was in Shopper's Drug Mart the other day, and in a great deal of pain. My back was severely burnt (because I'm some kind of idiot and forgot to put sunscreen on my back) to the point where it was blistered, and I just wanted to find something that would take away the pain or ease it so I could sleep at night. Aloe vera, vitamin e gel, whatever. I was having trouble finding something, so I asked one of the associates whether they had anything to help sooth burns.

She looked me over and motioned with her head for me to follow her to an aisle of (very expensive) creams. She proceeded to say, in a very monotone voice, "We have plenty of after-sun lotions that will help protect your tan. Because after you burn, you tan." I went on to explain that I was more interested in something that would soothe my skin, as I had no interest in keeping a tan, and these were out of my price range. She raised her eyebrows in that really awful condescending way people do, and said, "Well. Sometimes the price is worth it. Everyone should have that... HEALTHY glow. Sometimes you make sacrifices to look good." She then pursed her lips and pointedly looked me over.

Now, you know, normally I would not have been so upset as I was. But I felt like I was going to cry. Like, what the hell was she trying to say? That I DIDN'T look good? I just sort of mumbled something and went to the pharmacist for help instead, and he kindly pointed me to the vitamin e gel. Which worked wonders.

Maybe I'm overreacting about all of this. It was just... her tone was so NASTY. I felt kinda hurt.

EDIT: "The other day" being a few weeks ago. LOL my concept of time is shoddy at best.
peacefully ever after

bad_service meet WTF_service

I'll preface this with I'm one of those people that cilantro tastes like chemicals. I'm trying to re-train my brain to taste the lemony-brightness everyone else tastes, but I've only gotten to the lemon scented Pine Sol stage.

I have been craving pho for a few weeks now. There's no pho near my new city (sadness!), but my fiance and I were out shopping at a mall that happened to be close to a Vietnamese restaurant. Even though we've never been here before, I've been to many pho places. All I have to do is ask for no cilantro, and everything is great.

My pho comes out and there's no visible cilantro. Hooray! Unfortunately, the broth tasted like they had added the cilantro, realized the mistake, and taken it out just before serving it to me. I tried to just deal with it, but the cilantro flavor just kept coming through to the extent that I couldn't even drown it out with the Sirracha or hoisin sauces. Hours later, I still taste it.

The restaurant is run by a husband and wife team. The man came out to ask how it was, and I asked if the broth was cooked with cilantro, or if they onions and scallions were kept with the cilantro. Up until now, I'm perfectly happy asking for a new bowl of soup without the onions or scallions, and I just wanted to make sure the cilantro flavor wasn't coming from the broth itself. Here's where it becomes WTF_service.

The man starts lecturing me on the difference between cilantro, an herb, and kilantro (sp???), which is apparently the Vietnamese word for short ribs. He tells me he's going to bring out the kilantro for me to inspect, because that's what I have a problem with. I tried to explain to him that no, I know the difference between the taste of meat and an herb that I seriously dislike. He refused to accept that somehow, some random pieces of cilantro got into my soup and kept insisting it was the kilantro I didn't like.

At that point, I just gave up. My fiance finished his soup, and we went home. My search for pho in this area continues.