Lessee … Saturday was mind-boggling, but in a way, just the usual, well, Saturday night.
Last night Winning Customer O’the Night:
She’s on the phone as I walk up to the window, which I pulled open juuuuust in time to hear, "I KNOW who my baby-daddy is!! … I just don’t like him."
Y’all, the sheer indignation in her voice! It was … {chef’s kiss} priceless.
She went on to repeatedly assure whoever was on the other end of the line that she knew her babydaddy, throughout the entire transaction, until finally even I was thinking, “Slut, you have no idea, do you? Why does your friend keep asking?”
Lessee … oh, for a while last night we were so dead quiet that my manager, of all people, started a game of Hot Potato with a dough ball.
I eventually felt a bit left out and wanted to join in the reindeer games … but my reflexes are almost as bad as my memory, and y’all, my own boss promptly got me right in the face. She’d made eye contact, gently pitched me a softball, but … yeah, I still suck at catching things.
I thought it was funny as hell, though, and enjoyed re-telling it. (“Did Sweet Manager tell you she hit one of her employees smack in the face with a dough ball?!?” with mock outrage.)
Plus I got sent on a work errand mid-shift to fetch supplies from one of the other franchise locations, and was laughing like a lunatic in my car at the fact that the directions from my manager mostly involved dispensary locations (“Go past X then turn right up at the next block. Once you pass Y dispo, it’ll be on your right, after the weird gas station.”) which turned out to be both precise and easy for me to follow.
Which also meant I got to sit my tired ass down for a while in my car and get a break from friggin’ “Jingle Bell Rock” crank up Led Zep.
Tonight we were absolutely dead for the last half of the night, but there was an order earlier for eleven large (!!) all with extra sauce and extra cheese that kinda redeemed revenue. (The whole crew was like, “Damn, where the party at?”)