The Scentsy Sandwich

Last night, I attended my very first ever Scentsy meeting. It went well, I suppose. I tried to absorb everything my tired, useless brain could possibly absorb for the time being, how long I'll retain it for....that, I don't know.

I left the meeting and headed over to Walmart, in search for wood pellets, only to find they were sold out. OF course they were. 

Starting to feel a bit desperate, I called ANOTHER Walmart, that I could hit on my way home. They closed at 10. It's now 9:05pm. I thought to myself: "If I don't pee first, and if I don't stop to eat, and I drive REALLY fast. I can make it." 

So, I did. And yes, I made it. With 2 minutes to spare, and in my life, 2 minutes to spare is pretty awesome.

I even had time to pee. Lugged my two 50lb. bags of pellets to my van, and feeling pretty rugged at this point.

I stopped at the local Tim Horten's to get a bite to eat, or maybe a million bites, since by this point I was feeling rather famished. I ordered a small macaroni and cheese, a small sandwich, and a bottle of water.

Got my water, and sandwhich, sat down for about 10 minutes, and finally asked: "Excuse me, where is my macaroni and cheese?" Tim Horten's Guy: "Oh. Sorry. We're all out." Me: "......." 

I went to my van, and unwrapped my sandwich. WRONG sandwich. I'm tired. I want to go home and take off my clothes.

I went BACK inside, and nicely (surprisingly) told the Tim Horten's Guy that he made me the wrong sandwich, and asked if I could just get a refund because I just needed to get home. He informed me that I can't get money back, only food. Awesome, so I can trade old food for new! Who would have thought.

I ever so kindly said, that I really just did not have any more time to wait for a new order, and that I would just like my money back. "NO." The woman in line behind me says "WHAT?! She can't get her money BACK?!" I smiled at the idea of having someone on MY side for a change. (Yeeeaaaah! You tell HIMMM.)

She then pulls out $5, hands it to me, and says to him "THERE. Make ME the sandwich."

Well, of course I felt terrible taking her money, and just agreed that I would get a new sandwich. 

The lady and I got to talking, and I told her that I was on my way home from a Scentsy meeting. She said "Oooh! Scentsy, what's that?!" After rambling on a bit, and realizing that I was stupid, because I had no books and no business cards with me to help me out, here. (Shh, don't tell my director.) 

We went to my van, and thankfully...I had a wax sample of the scent of the month, that I was able to give her, along with a make-shift presentation in the parking lot. She liked the idea so much, that she gave me her name and address, and asked me to mail her a book, and asked if I did parties.

So, thus, I had my first proud, Scentsy moment, and felt pretty good about myself, regardless of the race for pellets, missing mac and cheese, and a wrong sandwich. It all works out in the end, doesn't it?