Random stupidity with a sweet ending......

Recent encounters of the dim-witted kind:

I bought vacuum cleaner and was offered help transporting it to the car. I was told to drive up to the store front and introduced to the loading guy who was smiling sweetly. I buckle my son in and motor around to the front. I put the car in park and step out to open the back hatch. Loading guy says:

Is this your car?


When I got my vacuum cleaner home and tried to put it together I noticed it was missing vital pieces for assembly. I decided not to super-glue or duct tape it together and drove back to the store in "someone else's" car (sarcastically laughing). I explained to the returns worker that it had been previously opened and was missing a lot of vital pieces. She asked:

Why are you returning it?


I am walking up to the door of a grocery store with a toddler already in a buggy and two Tweenie-boppers giggling beside me. I get to the door (which was manual,, I know,, criminey,, it's 2010!!!) and a gentleman was walking in at the same time. He turns and asks:

You coming in?


Me and Traxx were thirsty and I decided to buy a bottled water from a machine. The machine took my money in defiance of my direct command. I went to customer service for assistance. I explained that the machine took my money. The representative asked:

Did you want a refund?


I decided to buy grilled chicken from a place with three capital letters in the name. I order and pay through the drive in. At the next window I am notified that they only had 3 pieces of grilled chicken left-- out of a 8 piece dinner. I am asked if I could take original recipe instead. I say "NO" emphatically and smile while I explain my dietary need for grilled. I await the the memo stating my option to wait a few extra moments for fresh grilled chicken, but instead the server says:

Would you like EXTRA CRISPY then?


I am in front of the K-to-the-mart when I decide to be hero mom and let my son ride the "horse" machine. He is ecstatic and sits angelically on the blue horse prompting it to race. I put my quarters in and await squeals of toddler bliss. I hear no squeals. The machine took my money. I go to the customer service area and explain the situation longing for a refund and justice for Traxx. My non-smiley-tear streaming-visibly upset toddler boy is also trying to explain the tragedy to the clerk. The representative says:

Does he still want to ride?

Please enjoy this picture of a Snickerdoodle:

SAWEEEEEET ENDING!!!!!!!