Expectations
Every once in a while, when I’m feeling lazy, I will have Domino’s deliver me my regular pizza: 3-toppings, medium pizza for $8.99 (now $9.99 - sadface). I get pepperoni, bacon, and green peppers. Recently I’ve been thinking of switching out the green peppers for jalapenos, but I can’t seem to deviate.
One time, I placed an order and 30 minutes later, I get a call asking me what kind of soda I wanted. I was about to start complaining that I hadn’t ordered a soda (and I better not get charged for it!), when they explained that they were running behind on schedule and decided to throw one in for free. Free Dr. Pepper it was for me! The delivery guy gets here and then hands me two free cookies (!!) along with the pizza and soda, thanking me for my patience.
Unfortunately, that time has no spoiled my experience with Domino’s. Whenever I order now, I wonder if they’ll give me free stuff - almost as if I expect it. How long has it been? 30 minutes? No call? 40 minutes? Damnit, they’re here. Oh well.
The same expectation applies to buying drinks as well. Especially in Vegas. Play craps, get free drinks. Slot machine, free drinks. Flirt with boys, free drinks. There are just too many options. Anyway, here are some bathroom shots of the Vdara (that’s right, there is now a hotel in Vegas with my namesake - Vegas loves me!!).
