I was craving chocolate and ice cream.
I dropped the kids off at practice and I decided to treat myself to a DQ ice cream. At the drive-through I asked for a pint of chocolate ice cream. The young-sounding girl who was waiting on me said they don't sell pints, only quarts.
(To clarify I will update in case anyone is curious, the girl sounded like a Texan American white girl (who probably lives in the neighborhood, around here everyone hires teen locals), she was not a new immigrant or anyone that may have a better excuse for being unfamiliar with American measurement terms.)
I replied that a quart was too much, so please just give me a large cup of ice cream to go.
The girl said, "No, I'll make a pint but I just don't know what size cup to put it in. Drive around to the window and I'll have it ready."
I paid the $3.78 and the male attendant handed me a 44 ounce styrofoam drinking cup filled with ice cream. (In Texas they sell those filled usually with iced tea.)
I could not believe it. The math illiteracy left me speechless.
When I got home I opened it up and realized she gave me vanilla. I was so disappointed I almost threw it in the garbage bin. I put it in the freezer to use for my son's protein milkshakes.
The thing was a fail all around.
It seems to me that food service people should know a pint is 16 ounces and a quart is 32 ounces, and that a 44 ounce container is not only more than a pint but is more than a quart. Talk about pathetic.