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Mar. 20th, 2004 01:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrWork overall was rather uneventful. The boss stopped in, that was amusing. However the prize for "Most Amuzing Customer of the Evening" goes to a woman known only as Lynch.
Anyway, she came in about...oh 6:30 (b/c we were hella busy I recall) and for about 15 minutes she wavered over what she wanted to eat - I'm not even exaggerating. I was sort of half listening while I busted ass on landing, and later on C recounted the details to me. So she eventually decides she wants a cheesebread - with none of the stuff we put on it (garlic butter, parmesan, italian seasoning). Except people forgot to tell me this, so I wound up making it wrong. Okay, fine. Our fault. We say we'll make her a new one. She says she'll be back at nine (meanwhile she tried to say that she'd also ordered a pizza. Umm...NO). So she leaves.
Comes back at 9:30, sure enough. She drags three in brats with her, and proceed to this time take twenty minutes. Why? Because first she wanted one pizza and a cheesebread. Then after I've sent the order, she decides she wants another pizza. Okay fine, send that. Then she wants hot wings. Okay, finally done. We make everything - correctly this time.
She calls us about fifteen minutes later and tries to say she didn't get her breadsticks. That was at tennish. Nargh, who has that much time (and money, the woman clearly just finished dealing her crack) to spend getting food. What did she do all evening? Clearly she hadn't feed her kids or anything. It astounds me.
Honorable Mention goes to the Arrington family, who placed a grand total of Six orders in one night. I guess they were selling good crack on the streets tonight.
Anyway, she came in about...oh 6:30 (b/c we were hella busy I recall) and for about 15 minutes she wavered over what she wanted to eat - I'm not even exaggerating. I was sort of half listening while I busted ass on landing, and later on C recounted the details to me. So she eventually decides she wants a cheesebread - with none of the stuff we put on it (garlic butter, parmesan, italian seasoning). Except people forgot to tell me this, so I wound up making it wrong. Okay, fine. Our fault. We say we'll make her a new one. She says she'll be back at nine (meanwhile she tried to say that she'd also ordered a pizza. Umm...NO). So she leaves.
Comes back at 9:30, sure enough. She drags three in brats with her, and proceed to this time take twenty minutes. Why? Because first she wanted one pizza and a cheesebread. Then after I've sent the order, she decides she wants another pizza. Okay fine, send that. Then she wants hot wings. Okay, finally done. We make everything - correctly this time.
She calls us about fifteen minutes later and tries to say she didn't get her breadsticks. That was at tennish. Nargh, who has that much time (and money, the woman clearly just finished dealing her crack) to spend getting food. What did she do all evening? Clearly she hadn't feed her kids or anything. It astounds me.
Honorable Mention goes to the Arrington family, who placed a grand total of Six orders in one night. I guess they were selling good crack on the streets tonight.
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Date: 2004-03-23 09:02 am (UTC)You also have a knack for it, if you just think about it. The only difference being that you're putting it on paper rather than telling it live to us over dson's 107th turkey dinner.
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Date: 2004-03-23 09:06 am (UTC)And I miss Dickinson's Thanksgiving dinners.
Hmm.
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Date: 2004-03-23 09:09 am (UTC)Love you too, Drake.
I don't. But I do miss the chicken ranch wraps.
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Date: 2004-03-23 09:15 am (UTC)