An uncomfirmed theory is brewing out there for females.
I was at the DMV the other day to get my license renewed and I overheard the customer next to me requesting something.
It wasn't the request that caught my attention, but the tactic that got her what she needed from the DMV man. In order to resolve her issue, the DMV man asked her to complete a form and have her husband fill it out with his employment information, a process that would normally take a week total to complete.
But, the customer replied, "my husband's right over there," as she pointed to a cluster of two dozen occupied standard-issue plastic office chairs in the waiting area. Her "husband" didn't wave, acknowledge, or otherwise identify himself, and I'll never know if he was really there.
The fact that her husband was "present" turned the DMV man into a wish-granting wizard, allowing him to skip the entire required documentation altogether. No husband interview, no verification of the husband's employment, or any effort to identify him. Mini-Me prevailed.
Does this mean that by simply saying that your husband "said this" or "is within a five-mile radius," that women will be served better?
The DMV Mini-Me theory. Could it be true practice?
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
You Scream, I Scream...for Samples
It was a sweltering day recently - in the 90s - and we went to the ice cream shop we discovered. It serves the best homemade ice cream in our part of the country - we're convinced.
On this particular visit, my wife, who was pregnant at the time, had to get there before they closed at 9 pm. This means HAVE to get there.
We thought about the trip at 8:51 pm. So, under the pressure of the ice cream attack, we flew out the door, jumped in the car, and sped on back roads through woods to arrive at 8:59 pm.
There were open! We were the last customers. In front of us, a couple was ordering, and then we realized we might miss the ice cream. Why? Because the husband - who appeared to be high maintenance - starting asking to sample different flavors as the lights went out.
This sampling guru also provided the added bonus to his wife of describing the color, texture and ingredients he could identify both visually and by taste in each flavor. An ESPN analysis of each dollop. Necessary? No.
Take the sample and let's go. The shop staff graciously served us anyway, in the dark, but samplers need to take a moment and analyze the state of the situation before deciding to request multiple samples, especially at closing time. His wife wasn't pregnant, so no excuses.
Multiple samplers. Ever been behind one, or several?
On this particular visit, my wife, who was pregnant at the time, had to get there before they closed at 9 pm. This means HAVE to get there.
We thought about the trip at 8:51 pm. So, under the pressure of the ice cream attack, we flew out the door, jumped in the car, and sped on back roads through woods to arrive at 8:59 pm.
There were open! We were the last customers. In front of us, a couple was ordering, and then we realized we might miss the ice cream. Why? Because the husband - who appeared to be high maintenance - starting asking to sample different flavors as the lights went out.
This sampling guru also provided the added bonus to his wife of describing the color, texture and ingredients he could identify both visually and by taste in each flavor. An ESPN analysis of each dollop. Necessary? No.
Take the sample and let's go. The shop staff graciously served us anyway, in the dark, but samplers need to take a moment and analyze the state of the situation before deciding to request multiple samples, especially at closing time. His wife wasn't pregnant, so no excuses.
Multiple samplers. Ever been behind one, or several?
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