My little problem...

So my mother-in-law (you know this isn't going to turn out well) has some recipe or other that she tells the wife we simply must try.  One of the ingredients is supposedly "tandoori spice".  Being moderately familiar with Indian food, we have both had Tandoori Chicken, and while not my favorite Indian dish, I have a pretty good understanding, by taste, as to what this refers.  It's obviously that stuff that was used in the 1996 movie "Mars Attacks" to turn Americans into tasty treats.  Whilst mother-in-law claimed to have found such spice at her Publix grocery in Atlanta, apparently the people at our Publix in Oviedo, FL are not familiar with the concept.  Now I know there are Indian grocers in the area, but it wasn't all that important that I was going to drive 5-10 miles out of my way.

Anywayz, in my routine travels to the local hardware store, I stops in to the gourmet foodz place nearby to inquire as to mebbe they might have some of this, seeing as they specialize in spices not found at the local Publix.  (Heavy sigh).  In the process of the cursory look around, the butcher guy asks if he can help me.  I tell him what I'm looking for and I get what sounds like a rehearsed routine on where all of the spices are (I already looked there) and that if I can't find what I'm looking for, to ask one of the "girls behind the counter".  As I have already looked where "helpful boy" suggested, I now must ask.  Engineers hate to ask.  We only do it as a last possible resort.  This is why....Of course "behind the counter" girl doesn't seem to have heard of tandoori, and me being an engineer, I've already looked everywhere anyway.  But such is my fate that she asks that I wait while she goes to ask her manager.  After about 60 seconds, manager-boy appears.  I repeat my request.  At this point manager-boy informs me that "tandoori" refers to the oven, a "tandoor" in which the chicken is cooked.  At this point, this does sound familiar to me, as I am not a complete ignoramus, but I am also aware that every Indian restaurant I have been to, on three different continents, pretty much servers "Tandoori Chicken" prepared with the same or very similar spices. I tries to point this out to manager-boy, but he then tells me that he has had "Tandoori Chicken" prepared in many different ways.  I says, yes, technically that may be true, but in my experience there might, maybe, sorta, could be a specific spice that is most commonly used to prepare such.  Again, as if I am an idiot and couldn't possibly be related to "the customer who is always right", I get the etymology of "Tandoori Chicken".  OK, OK, just let me out of this conversation, but noooo, I gotta hear more about how I don't understand what the words "Tandoori Chicken" mean.  When I get home, wife looks it up on the intertubes and finds this:

Now my question is, do I smack my wife, my mother-in-law, or manager-boy?  And in what kind of a recession does one continue to get such crappy customer service?

Comments

[Amy]

Engineers hate to ask questions? ha ha. I have to agree with you as I've noted you've yanked the reins out of some poor idjut's hand and put the Word of Reason into his head. I love it, too. That is, from a woman's standpoint, I want a man who reasons and speaks it. There is comfort in that that most women would not admit they want. The only time it would be problematic is during an argument/debate. God, nothing worse than someone being reasonable and right when I want histrionics and swoonisms.

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

Go there and take that test. It's quick and at the end, you can click on stuff that will shock you because it will show YOU as you really are. It is the universal standard. Also, there may be something about the two kinds of thinkers: Analytical and concrete. For all your 'reason' I believe you are an analytical thinker. Fun stuff. Go do it! And NO being reeeezunabul abowt tak'n dee test. Jus do it. :)

[WTP]

OK, so THIS time I'm ISTJ...along with Lance Armstrong, Warren Buffet, Donald Rumsfeld, Greta Garbo.

So basically there are things I know I know, there are things I know I don't know, and there are things I don't know I don't know... but I vant to be alone...to ride my bike...and what did the market do today?

Yep, pretty much sums up my day. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow.

BTW, got banned by your friend Jeremy again. Ever caught yourself by surprise uttering a phrase that you never used in your entire life and now can't stop saying it? Never had much use for the phrase "Douche bag". Not my kind of vulgar nor my kind of bad attitude. I blame the election season. Can't wait to get out of the country and go a week without hearing from the legions of such.

[Amy]

hahaha.... Yes on the phrases you never use. That's one I never use. Maybe I ought to find a nice phrase or two about "Why Truth Matters" and plunk it down on Germy's site.

As for your summation of your Myers-Brigg: bah humbug. Did you reckon how you deal with the things you know you9000000000000009 crap... Eppie, my Yorkie puppie just walked across my new Trak Pad. I wish Apple would stop with the "Gotta Have" products. ..... What. am. I. saying? I have Apple stock. Anyway, it's what you do with what you know you don't know that matters. If you are an autodidact, all's well and life's but a walking shadow, a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage. But if you are a blowhard and refuse to give ground, then you need to go stand in the corner.

I don't see you as 'IS'. They're kind of shallow souls: Like little blocks of wood on ice. The kind of people we don't want to know more'n five minutes. The 'TJ' is good. Anyways, I have taken the test in professional settings as well as online in various places, and I am ALWAYS an INFJ. Rarest type in ze verld, donchu kno, dahlink.

[Amy]

Bonus points if you can tell me what piece of literature I got Eppie's name.

[WTP]

OK, I'll take a wild guess (actually, I googled Eppy) and say Silas Marner? Did you find her in the snow next to her heroine-addicted bitch-momma? Don't go locking her in the coal bin, that's cruel.

And today I'm an INTJ, which I think I was the first time I took this. Just like Susan B. Anthony and Katie Couric...and Augustus Caesar. Go figure. And Phil Donahue? How did that wuss get in there? AAAUUGHH!!! And Michelle Obambi!!!

Will try again at work when I have my proper 'tude on...if I have the time and am not still getting beat by this problem I tell myself I'm working on.

[WTP]

So at work, I’m a ENTJ, which is odd career-wise, as the other times the careers Computer Programmer and Engineer were at the top of the list. At work, where I actually, you know, COMPUTER PROGRAM and have a title of ENGINEER, it says I’m more inclined for Management, Military Education, or Politics, though Engineering and Computer Programming are further down the list. And now I’m just like Napoleon, Franklin D. Roosevelt , Mark Anthony, Sean Connery, Madonna, and Yulia Tymoshenko.

Are there many jobs in Military Education? For non-veterans?