Who - Hungry, and in a hurry, gal who dines at this particular restaurant at least once a week and obvious new girl working the cash register.
When - Lunch time on a Wednesday.
What - Hungry Gal approaches register, attempts to place her order, but when she gets two words into it is abruptly stopped by New Cash Register Girl who asks "for here or to go?"
Hungry Gal thinks "hmm, since I come here so often I know that you all usually do that at the end of the order placing process, but you're new so I'll humor you" and then experiences the following dialogue.
Why - Who in the hell knows? New Cash Register Girl took what should have been a forty-five second sandwich ordering process and turned into five minutes of stupidity out of Hungry Gal's life she can never get back. All she wanted was the usual turkey and roast beef sandwich with the stuff on it, some of that excellent house specialty potato salad and a glass of the best sweet tea this side of the Mason-Dixon Line. What she got instead was annoyance and a completely jacked up order; ham is not turkey, mayonnaise is not spicy mustard and cheddar cheese is not provolone.Hungry Gal: "To go please, and a tur..."
New Cash Register Girl: "What's your name?"
Hungry Gal: "Hera."
New Cash Register Girl: "Lullabelle?"
Hungry Gal: "Hera."
New Cash Register Girl: "Capricorn?"
Hungry Gal (surprised at the level of confusion): "Hera."
New Cash Register Girl: "And how would you spell that?"
Hungry Gal (becoming slightly irritated): "H-e-r-a. I would like a turk..."
New Cash Register Girl: "H-e-r-a?"
Hungry Gal (irritation level rising): "Yes."
New Cash Register Girl: "Okay, what would you like?"
Hungry Gal (growing more and more irritated): "A turkey and roast beef sandwich on wheat with provolone cheese, lettuce and spicy mustard, a side of potato salad and a sweet tea; to go please."
New Cash Register Girl (very slow): "A turkey and roast beef sandwich on wheat with provolone cheese, lettuce and spicy mustard, a side of potato salad and a sweet tea; to go?"
Hungry Gal (definitely irritated at this point): "Yes."
New Cash Register Girl: "Okay, your total is $6.34."
(Hungry Gal hands New Cash Register Girl two five dollar bills)
New Cash Register Girl (very, very confused accepts the currency): "Out of ten dollars?"
Hungry Gal (about to blow a fuse): "Yes, out of ten dollars."New Cash Register Girl (even more slow): "Your change is threeee dooollllaaarrrss and siiixxxxtttyy siiiixxx cents?"
Hungry Gal (literally fuming): "Yes, honey. That's correct."
Who does that?
3 comments:
I am oh so close to pulling a Micheal Douglas in Falling Down. By Friday, I may be traveling across the country destroying Quickie Marts, smacking dumbass cashiers, and generally sticking it to the man.
I'll be sure to put her on the ever growing list.
You want fries with that? :P
If Cash Register Girl was samrt would she be working the day shift at a sub-shop? Nooooooooo.
Hera, your shipment of prozac is in the mail.
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