As I sat in my car at the drive-thru at Mrs. Winners, I read the note beside the roped bell. “Ring Bell if Your Service Was Great,” it suggested.
My arm moved… wait a minute, that’s stupid. I stopped. I feel manipulated. I hate manipulation. Are they counting on my guilt? Maybe I don’t feel like ringing the dumb bell. Is this some kind of experiment to see how many people will ring the bell? I’m not falling for that. Even if my service was great, I don’t want someone telling me how to respond… what to do. I just want my chicken, no side of guilt or manipulation please.
I drive away.
Should I have rung the bell? Did the girl at the window get her feelings hurt because I didn’t? Maybe she gets tired of having that bell rung in her ear (assuming others are more easily manipulated). What if she thinks I thought she didn’t provide good service? Dang it, why didn’t I ring the bell? Maybe I should just stop eating fried chicken- then I wouldn’t have to worry about guilt or my expanding waistline. Let’s not get drastic… next time I'll just ring the damn bell.
2 comments:
Cheatin' on the Colonel, are we? Disappointed!!
I suppose that's how you feel about me manipulating you into letting me into your blog world. I'm just another damn bell.
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