Sabotage!

In my town, there is the most amazing little "girly food" place to eat called Clementines. The verdict is still out on the pronounciation "Clemen-teens" or "Clemen-tines"...but, it has the most fabulous lowfat chicken salad in the universe! They don't put all that crazy junk in it (like grapes and apples and nuts) and did I mention that it's lowfat?!? They also have these big ginormous crouton-ey like things that you can use to dip into your chicken salad (or pimiento cheese, or any of the other salads) that are NOT lowfat, but rock nonetheless. They have fabulous honeydew melon and canteloupe. Mmm good. They have awesome paninnis and other sandwiches, too. BUT...the best part is the cookie at the end. You HAVE to order a cookie - there are no freebies at this place. The lady at the register is a straight up Nazi. Think Seinfeld Soup Kitchen episode. When she answers the phone, there's not a cute little inflection in her voice to sound cheery or anything. She kinda acts like the world sucks...but, I don't care, because that food....those cookies! Emm. Oh...and the fruit tea will potentially put you into a diabetic coma, but it's unbelievable too. So...my point is...everytime I go there, I order a cookie. Typically, it is a chocolate chip cookie. No joke...nine times out of ten, they will forget to give me my cookie. Seriously. If I am in a group of five ladies...everyone will get their cookies EXCEPT ME. It's me, always! Some of my girls who are reading can attest to this - and it has become utter hilarity and a running joke. It doesn't matter who I am with....I am always cookie-less. Well, the Nazi doesn't believe me either when I walk up to the counter and say, "hey...y'all forgot my cookie". I usually have to show my receipt where I actually PURCHASED the cookie and I think she secretly wants me to empty my purse and quite possibly perform a full cavity search to make sure I'm not smuggling a cookie. She looks at me with the kiss of death as she passes me the coveted chocolate chip cookie...all the while, my friends are at the table snickering. Nice, huh? It's me. Always. If I'm not with my bffs when I'm there and I get cookie shafted - I have to send out the mass text message. "At Clementines - I know you won't believe it, but they forgot my cookie". Replies always include "not surprised", "ha ha ha", "are you surprised", etc. So yeah, today it occurred again. This time, Jimmy and I went to lunch together with W. Everyone ordered a cookie. I even branched out today & tried a Heath cookie (on recommendation of one of my besties, Elizabeth). We're hanging out, enjoying the day, our food comes and I see Jimmy's large, yummy chocolate chip cookie and here comes my wicker basket of food....I immediately do the scan and see my lowfat chicken salad, pimiento cheese, crouton-ey things, honeydew, canteloupe, a really odd lettuce wedge...but no cookie. No cookie! As the lady is walking off, I say "ma'am", but she continues to stride away. Jimmy says, "why didn't you tell her about your cookie". I said, "I tried, but she ran from me", so he went up to the counter and retrieved my Heath cookie. She didn't give him any lip about it. She just gave him the cookie and went on about her business. Hmm. Therefore, I think it's just me. She is making it her personal mission to make sure that I don't get one of her yummy yummy cookies! Of course, I mass text and make the announcement "At Clementines - they forgot my cookie", and get my usual replies. I'm not sure why I'm the recipient of the sabotage at Clementines. I'm a good patron, I pay for my cookies, I bring my parents from out of town, I bring my friends...what more do they want? I guess that I'm a total glutton for punishment - because I can't quit going there & ordering COOKIES!!! They are just. that. good! Or, maybe it's because I love a good laugh & it's like the joke that keeps on going....and going....and going :)

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