As the title says, someone earned a stupid tax at the restaurant.
Friday, a customer comes in yacking on his damn crackberry (or iPhone, or whatever), he talks for several minutes. He pulls away from the phone and tries to place an order. He says 2 Shrimpburgers. I ask if he'd like anything else with that today. He just keeps yacking on the phone (which I'm starting to suspect is dispensing mind warping drugs). He yacks for several minutes. He finally says 2 medium rootbeers. So I tell him the total and he gives me his card, while yacking. I ask for his ID. He yacks for several minutes, while I wait to run his card. I ask again. He's still yacking and hands me his ID. I run his card and start the order.
4 minutes later his order is done I bag it up and pour his 2 rootbeers. He's still yacking away. I set his food and pop right in front of him and tell him to have a great day. He takes his food and 1 pop and leaves.
I really don't have any desire to tell him that he forgot his second pop. Frankly, I don't care. He got to pay a stupid tax, twice. First the order should have taken 5 minutes, took over 10, because he couldn't get off his damn phone long enough to order properly. Second he left his other pop behind. I decided to give it to the gal who was working at the gas station, because I don't drink pop. She enjoyed the pop, and enjoyed hearing about the moron.
Friday, a customer comes in yacking on his damn crackberry (or iPhone, or whatever), he talks for several minutes. He pulls away from the phone and tries to place an order. He says 2 Shrimpburgers. I ask if he'd like anything else with that today. He just keeps yacking on the phone (which I'm starting to suspect is dispensing mind warping drugs). He yacks for several minutes. He finally says 2 medium rootbeers. So I tell him the total and he gives me his card, while yacking. I ask for his ID. He yacks for several minutes, while I wait to run his card. I ask again. He's still yacking and hands me his ID. I run his card and start the order.
4 minutes later his order is done I bag it up and pour his 2 rootbeers. He's still yacking away. I set his food and pop right in front of him and tell him to have a great day. He takes his food and 1 pop and leaves.
I really don't have any desire to tell him that he forgot his second pop. Frankly, I don't care. He got to pay a stupid tax, twice. First the order should have taken 5 minutes, took over 10, because he couldn't get off his damn phone long enough to order properly. Second he left his other pop behind. I decided to give it to the gal who was working at the gas station, because I don't drink pop. She enjoyed the pop, and enjoyed hearing about the moron.
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