(Disclaimer: This isn't like, a life or death thing, it's basically a first-world problem. But it made me walk away feeling sad and disappointed, so I figured it qualified)
It's 102 degrees here. There's an ice cream truck parked just outside of my place of work. I decided, hey, it's time to check it out.
I get up there, and see that they have root beer floats and milkshakes. I get all excited, cause I haven't had one in years. What can I say, I'm easy to please.
I wait for three people in line, get up to the front, and happily ask for a strawberry milkshake (I decided on it over the rootbeer float). The guy tells me he's sorry, but that they just ran out of strawberry.
Aw.
Okay, I'll take a vanilla one then. He nods, and then a girl inside the truck walks to him and tells him we aren't doing anymore milkshakes. He hesitates then tells me, sorry, no milkshakes.
Sigh
Then I ask about a rootbeer float. The mean dwarf woman in the back tells him...NO, we put the cups away, it's past 3:30 no milkshakes or floats!
He looks back at me, and I just say, I'll pass, and I walked off. I coulda got ice cream but...I have my heart set on a shake, or a rootbeer float, at that point. And after that sort of response, I hardly felt like a valued customer, but rather a pain in the ass.
With that said, had I realized it was actually 3:28, I might have just flipped the truck over. Alas. I'm still feeling slapped in the face.