We didn’t have a babysitter, but I still wanted to do something nice for my wife on Valentine’s Day.
I called in an order to Olive Garden, knowing it would be busy.
But I never expected THIS.
As I walked through the front door, I heard people commenting that the wait was over an hour.
Just 36 minutes after I placed the call, however, I set a sack on Olive Garden goodness upon my kitchen table.
Sure we ate out of plastic, but we were done with dessert by the time those people got a table.
I'm a cognitive scientist and communication scholar who manages a psychophysiology lab at Texas Tech. I teach courses about the cognitive processing of media messages and research methods.
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So, sometimes “O.G.” stands for original gangsta. After reading your headline, I was expecting an entirely different picture. I still like the one that’s there and your story that goes with it. I just experienced some serious expectancy violations, that’s all.