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So, here we were. The buffet has closed, two older women can't decide what to order, and take a menu to go sit and discuss. THEN A HERD OF A FAMLY CAME IN!
We got eight orders deep, and then the herd-family let the two old women order. We got the rest of the orders, and then food was beginning to get distributed.
I take #22, a medium Supreme, out. Its in the middle of the herd's orders (#17-#21/#23-#39), and I was not one taking orders, so how could I know?
Not to mention, that the old women put their number beside a wall, where you can't see it.
Me: Uh.. #22! Medium Supreme!
The herd shrug and OW1 responds with a wave from their table.
Imagine a snotty brat in an older woman's voice.
Me: AH! I am so sorry, I thought this was their's, how silly of me
OW1: We have been waiting for more than 30min. for one pizza! We were here before they were, and we have been waiting forever! We have things to do.
Me: Ma'am, it says here your ticket was taken 19min. ago, and I'm sorry you had to wait, but they ordered before you did and were served first.
OW1: Well, it took way too long and we might not even get to eat all of it!
Me: Ma'am, you were not served first. If there is anything else you need, let one of us know, please.
OW1: It took forever! We are hungry!
Me: Do you want your pizza?
OW1: Yes!
Me: Do you need anything else?
OW1: Well.. well, no.
Me: Then enjoy your 4min. old pizza, ma'am.
I made sure the manager knew, in case she complained, and life went on until:
OW1: I uh.. we need a box for two slices of pizza.
Me talking as if to a bad child: Okay, did you enoy your pizza?
OW1: Yes..
Me folding her box very slowly: And do you need anything else, before you leave?
OW1: No...
Me handing it to her: Then I hope your day improves in every way possible.
And she slouched and they left in peace.
We got eight orders deep, and then the herd-family let the two old women order. We got the rest of the orders, and then food was beginning to get distributed.
I take #22, a medium Supreme, out. Its in the middle of the herd's orders (#17-#21/#23-#39), and I was not one taking orders, so how could I know?
Not to mention, that the old women put their number beside a wall, where you can't see it.
Me: Uh.. #22! Medium Supreme!
The herd shrug and OW1 responds with a wave from their table.
Imagine a snotty brat in an older woman's voice.
Me: AH! I am so sorry, I thought this was their's, how silly of me
OW1: We have been waiting for more than 30min. for one pizza! We were here before they were, and we have been waiting forever! We have things to do.
Me: Ma'am, it says here your ticket was taken 19min. ago, and I'm sorry you had to wait, but they ordered before you did and were served first.
OW1: Well, it took way too long and we might not even get to eat all of it!
Me: Ma'am, you were not served first. If there is anything else you need, let one of us know, please.
OW1: It took forever! We are hungry!
Me: Do you want your pizza?
OW1: Yes!
Me: Do you need anything else?
OW1: Well.. well, no.
Me: Then enjoy your 4min. old pizza, ma'am.
I made sure the manager knew, in case she complained, and life went on until:
OW1: I uh.. we need a box for two slices of pizza.
Me talking as if to a bad child: Okay, did you enoy your pizza?
OW1: Yes..
Me folding her box very slowly: And do you need anything else, before you leave?
OW1: No...
Me handing it to her: Then I hope your day improves in every way possible.
And she slouched and they left in peace.
John Lee Hooker
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