So I'm downtown today helping stuff envelopes for a friend-of-the-family's nonprofit (TBH, I get paid more here than at the repair shop, which is strange). Lunchtime, I'm struck by a bout of temporary insanity and decide to venture into Quincy Market to get lunch.
There's a fairly decent Indian "fast food" place I go to. They have a large sign just under the menu board stating "Cash Only". If you're looking at the menu board there is no way you can say you didn't see it. That never seems to be a problem for people, until today:
W: Server
Me: Duh
VG: Valley Girl type who needs to lay off the mochas
So I'm paying, W places a small side-order cup of onion chutney on the counter and gestures to VG. "Your onion chutney?"
VG: "That's not it!"
W: "This is onion chutney miss."
VG (somewhat condescendingly): "No, this is wrong. I ordered an onion chutney platter." (this doesn't exist)
W, Me: "Chutney is a condiment, goes on bread or rice."
VG: *huffs* "If you say so. Well, give me a samosa then."
Poor W has to pause in packing my order to get Princess' samosa, I don't mind.
W: "$4.19 please." (she was charged for the samosa and chutney)
VG whips out a credit card.
W: "I'm sorry, we only take cash." *points to big sign that everyone else on the planet has no problem seeing*
VG: "Cash only? All the time?"
W: "All the time."
VG: "That's illegal!"
At that point a burly biker dude stepped up behind us to order; possibly thinking he was going to clock her, she ponied up the cash (from a huge wad of bills in her pocket--why didn't she just use that to begin with?)
There's a fairly decent Indian "fast food" place I go to. They have a large sign just under the menu board stating "Cash Only". If you're looking at the menu board there is no way you can say you didn't see it. That never seems to be a problem for people, until today:
W: Server
Me: Duh
VG: Valley Girl type who needs to lay off the mochas
So I'm paying, W places a small side-order cup of onion chutney on the counter and gestures to VG. "Your onion chutney?"
VG: "That's not it!"
W: "This is onion chutney miss."
VG (somewhat condescendingly): "No, this is wrong. I ordered an onion chutney platter." (this doesn't exist)
W, Me: "Chutney is a condiment, goes on bread or rice."
VG: *huffs* "If you say so. Well, give me a samosa then."
Poor W has to pause in packing my order to get Princess' samosa, I don't mind.
W: "$4.19 please." (she was charged for the samosa and chutney)
VG whips out a credit card.
W: "I'm sorry, we only take cash." *points to big sign that everyone else on the planet has no problem seeing*
VG: "Cash only? All the time?"
W: "All the time."
VG: "That's illegal!"
At that point a burly biker dude stepped up behind us to order; possibly thinking he was going to clock her, she ponied up the cash (from a huge wad of bills in her pocket--why didn't she just use that to begin with?)
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