I needed to buy a Hoola Hoop. And a double bed mattress waterproof liner; for when small people come to sleep over.

The Liner I found scanned at over $5 less than the shelf price.  I found a lovely Hoola Hoop.

I took these to the car where I realised the time & so returned to the Mall. It’s the one with a Target store in it. Not far from where I now live.

I went back in to get something to eat.  I am a Type 2 Diabetic. The majority of the time my blood sugar readings are pretty much normal. However a long period of not eating can cause me real problems.

1:40 pm I returned to the Mall to eat something, something half way healthy. I made my way slowly (due to my knees, but that’s another post)  to Cafe T. I’d been there before.

1:50pm I waited to be served. I asked for a chicken mayo sandwich with avocado. Also a chocolate milkshake. I was asked if I wanted the sandwich toasted, I replied “no” and requested multi-grain bread.

I felt rather unwell so I sat at a nearby table.  Almost immediately the milkshake arrived.

Maybe 7 minutes later, a man in a chef’s uniform came out to tell me there was no more avocado.  I requested lettuce.

In my head I thought why don’t they walk along to the supermarket and buy some? This thought alerted me to the fact that I really really needed to eat. About now the man who had served me came & sat at the table next to me, with his sandwich.

The minutes ticked by. The chef reappeared, but only to thank the man next to me – apparently the owner – for the chance of the job. The owner assured him he’d done well, and that tomorrow would ‘be busier’.

2:10 I sipped on my milkshake.

2:15 Someone bought my sandwich to me. I picked up a piece. It was dry and hard: toasted. I leaned across to the owner and said “this is toasted, when you asked me I said I did not want it toasted”.  He agreed. (And because it was me I had taken a photo of the offending sandwich before I picked it up and noticed it was not what I ordered)

(toasted mayo – blah)

The owner took the sandwich away and then sat down again, and continued eating his.

A couple more minutes and I said to the owner, “it’s taking a long time for a sandwich”.

He went into a long-winded explanation of how small their kitchen is, and that only one person could work in it at a time. I could hear 3 voices out the back. I’ve been in professional kitchens.

Several more minutes passed and my chicken, mayo & lettuce sandwich was again bought to my table.

It looked strange. I open one-quarter. No Mayo.

I leaned across to the owner  – again – and informed him that my chicken mayo sandwich had no mayo.

With a huge sigh he walked to kitchen and came back with a plastic squeeze bottle of mayo and opened the sandwich.

with ungloved hands.

He spoke to me then saying “normally we mix the chicken into the mayo…”

It was after 2:30 as I stood and said “please don’t bother, I cannot eat that. All I wanted was a plain chicken mayo avocado sandwich on multi grain bread”.

I was now feeling seriously unwell. It was approaching an hour since I made the decision to eat.

The owner was at the counter, working out how much to refund me for the sandwich I didn’t get. I looked back at my unfinished milkshake, and asked “are you going to charge me for that”.

He began to dither and dother and I suddenly had had enough. I felt my blood sugars crashing.

2:45 I told the owner not to bother, and walk from Cafe T. With no refund.

I made my way to my car and drank some now warm bottled water. I drove to a take-away place and bought some

very fast, highly undesirable food, which I had been attempting to avoid.

It was pretty ordinary.

All I had wanted was a plain chicken & mayo sandwich on multi-grain with avacado. How difficult is that?

Apparently very….

What happened when you didn’t get what you ordered?