I always have this dilemma, when someone orders a medium drink. We've been keeping out 1$ large drinks for two years now. Not everyone has caught on, or maybe they don't care. But I can't give them a 2$ smaller drink to their face. Sorry. I usually ring up a large.
This time, I judged the voice in drive-thru. Sounded like an angry, wrinkly old hag. I was right. Her window didnt roll down. She had to open the door.
Isnt the large a dollar? She asked, after I had taken the money.
I think so.
That's a ripoff.
Yup.
I handed back her change, she slammed the door.
Speaking of which, having two drinks being a dollar result in confusion. "I'll take a dollar drink."
"Small or large?"
"The dollar size."
Well okay, small it is!
Sometimes, I pretend my eyes are guns.
Every blink, a gunblast.
The other day, I said, "I can take your armor when you're ready." Too many videogames...
I asked a guy if he had two orders, but he stared at me.
I asked again. And he replied with a frustrated, and overly loud YEAH.
Whoo, I love people.
We've had a cricket problem this summer. Don't tell anyone. But there was one skittling across the lobby floor. I jumped at, the landing was loud, but the bug was squashed. "Nothing to see here, folks" I said to the nearby customers. And I promptly swept up poor taro-san.
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