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| - Just had the weirdest, most uncomfortable experince in a food place. Took my family to get yogurt, mid-day Monday, early out for my kids. We go to this place about once or twice a month because the kids love to build their own creations. Today we had Bobby Jean as the yogurt 'caretaker'. So we walk in and she offers us samples. So I ask to grab the cups to make them for my kids and she grimaces and says, 'I can get them.' We have never had someone that worked there do this so I say, 'No we got it.' You can tell she is visibly upset, almost disturbed. So I make one and she goes, 'Oh that's to big, you just pull the level up and down.' Ummmm OK, now your being a condescending creep. So the kids let her make the next sample, well joke was on her she made a sample so large it fell on the floor and dripped everywhere. Sadly it dripped on her fingers and she wiped it back on the cup then gave it back to my son before I could get it from him he ate it. She smiles and says, 'Be careful that kind is always drippy.' I am almost physically ill between the uninviting feeling, the contention and now the nasty practice with samples. So I just get the kids their yogurt and they start putting the topping on their yogurt and my 5 year old wants to put his on. She grimmaced more and goes behind him wiping everything. He literally did not even spill. She literally at the end smiles on his last scoop and goes, 'Wow. You finally did not spill any.' Um what he did not spill at all. We paid and it was $26 dollars for 5 ice creams. The whole time I felt like Bobby Jean was staring us down waiting for us to leave. I felt like we could not have left fast enough. I realized her jeans seemed very ill fitting and tight, maybe she was just butt-hurt.
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