Dear Customers,
I work in a yogurt shop. It's a very simple job. My day basically consists of 1) serving yogurt 2) cleaning 3) restocking. It doesn't get much simpler than that.
Oh wait, yes it does. You know what's even simpler? Ordering yogurt. Just tell me the size, flavor, and toppings, and then stand there until I hand you your yogurt. I do all the heavy lifting here, not you, so for the love of God, please stop making things so complicated!
"I'll have a chocolate with strawberries." Okay, WHAT SIZE? It's unbelievable how many of you forget to mention size. Not only do we have several different sizes of cups, which are displayed on the counter in front of you, but we also have cones! That's right, we have cups and cones! Did I just blow your mind or what?
"I'll have a small chocolate with toppings." Okay, WHAT TOPPINGS? As you can clearly see, we have 24 dry toppings and 8 fruit toppings. I assume you don't want them all, so could you be a little more specific? Also, I realize that you're allowed as many toppings as we can fit "comfortably into the cup," but know when to say when! Do I really need to tell you that your full-to-the-point-of-overflowing yogurt can't hold another topping? Besides, with so many conflicting flavors I can't imagine such a monstrosity could possibly taste good; at this point "getting your money's worth" is no different from being a greedy pig, so knock it off.
Finally, my personal favorite...
"I've never been here before. How does this work?" You're kidding. Have you never been to a yogurt shop, or an ice cream shop, or a McDonald's, or any other establishment where you order from a menu like the one on the wall behind me? Come on, as one of the few animals on this Earth that has been blessed with cognitive reasoning skills and opposable thumbs, surely you can figure this out...and while you're doing that, I'll be banging my head against this wall, the one with the large menu on it.
Whew, I feel much better now. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.
Sincerely,
Your Disgruntled Wage Slave
I work in a yogurt shop. It's a very simple job. My day basically consists of 1) serving yogurt 2) cleaning 3) restocking. It doesn't get much simpler than that.
Oh wait, yes it does. You know what's even simpler? Ordering yogurt. Just tell me the size, flavor, and toppings, and then stand there until I hand you your yogurt. I do all the heavy lifting here, not you, so for the love of God, please stop making things so complicated!
"I'll have a chocolate with strawberries." Okay, WHAT SIZE? It's unbelievable how many of you forget to mention size. Not only do we have several different sizes of cups, which are displayed on the counter in front of you, but we also have cones! That's right, we have cups and cones! Did I just blow your mind or what?
"I'll have a small chocolate with toppings." Okay, WHAT TOPPINGS? As you can clearly see, we have 24 dry toppings and 8 fruit toppings. I assume you don't want them all, so could you be a little more specific? Also, I realize that you're allowed as many toppings as we can fit "comfortably into the cup," but know when to say when! Do I really need to tell you that your full-to-the-point-of-overflowing yogurt can't hold another topping? Besides, with so many conflicting flavors I can't imagine such a monstrosity could possibly taste good; at this point "getting your money's worth" is no different from being a greedy pig, so knock it off.
Finally, my personal favorite...
"I've never been here before. How does this work?" You're kidding. Have you never been to a yogurt shop, or an ice cream shop, or a McDonald's, or any other establishment where you order from a menu like the one on the wall behind me? Come on, as one of the few animals on this Earth that has been blessed with cognitive reasoning skills and opposable thumbs, surely you can figure this out...and while you're doing that, I'll be banging my head against this wall, the one with the large menu on it.
Whew, I feel much better now. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.
Sincerely,
Your Disgruntled Wage Slave
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