I swear, I think last night at Taco Bell, I was served by uniformed sacks of dumb.
So I step up and place my order. The wife gets a few of bean burritos. I get a couple of burrito supremes.
She scans her screen and punches a few buttons and says, “A chicken burrito?”
I hate chicken burritos, and they’re like $160 more than a normal beef burrito. “No, a beef burrito,” I tell her.
She looks at her screen again, looking for it. Now, she has three options for burrito supremes here: Chicken, steak, and a regular (beef) burrito. But she can’t find my beef burrito. She goes to ask someone, but apparently thinks better of herself, and then just decides to punch a few more buttons and then confer with the one who makes the food, who nods. The total comes up. $15 and change.
No. No, that’s not right. “$15?” I say.
“Yes.”
"Three bean burritos. That’s $6.10, tax included.
“Okay.”
“And two burrito supremes.”
“Yes.”
“Two burrito supremes don’t total $9.”
She calls a manager over, who tells her that you don’t enter a chicken burrito supreme when you want a beef burrito supreme. If you want a beef burrito supreme, you choose the burrito supreme because they are, indeed, the same thing. :smack:
She apologizes and rings up the new, proper total: $12.96. That’s better. I hand her a $20, a loonie, and a twonie, for a total of $23, so she can give me back a $10 bill and four cents and I don’t have to add yet more big change to my pocket.
She looks at the $20 in one hand.
She looks at the two coins in the other.
She looks at me.
She looks bewildered.
She says, “It’s $12.96.”
“Yes,” I said patiently. I point at the bill. “$20.” I point at the coins. “And $3.”
She looks at the $20.
She looks at the coins.
She looks like I just asked her to recite Planck’s Constant to me. At gunpoint.
She looks at the till and punches in the numbers. Wonder of wonders, there’s change due! She hands me two fives and four pennies.
She looks relieved.
My food gets made, they hand it to me, I get home and we eat.
They made my burritos with rice. There is no rice in a burrito supreme. :smack: :smack:
Og help me, I weep for today’s youth. I also weep for my gastrointestinal system, but that’s another issue entirely.
Swampy - If you take up pole dancing, you will be required to post pics. Of you. Pole dancing. Not spiders. Okay? No spiders.
Tashii - No spiders! Oh, and if you’d like to turn the tables on her, all you need to do while she’s smacking away is fart. Loudly. Preferably after eating cabbage or Mexican. If that offends your sensibilities though, eat something smelly, like salami with a nice, ripe cheese. Then go over to her and start talking. Really close.
Puggy - And you! And I’d like to add that those blasted arachnids that like to spin across pathways in forests? They are the reason I hate spiders. I will wig straight the hell out if I walk into one.
Sean - Thank Og. I’m not th only one with a dirty mind. My first thought was, “Trained, eh? Trained? Eh? Know wot I mean? Eh? Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more!”
FCM - Mmm. Ice cream. I bought some caramel cashew crunch last weekend. It’s awesome.
Kai - See, it’s funny. I’m a city boy inside and out. I couldn’t imagine living away from the rush and the convenience of the big city. But when I have the time (which is, like, never) I love strolling through a nice quiet, thick wood. The complete serenity and being surrounded by all those trees and flora is just about the most soothing thing I can think of. I’d rather wander through a forest than laze on a beach, in fact.
Gotti - Holy. Jules Verne could write a sequel about that crab.
He’s meeting a friend, and they’re going to spend the night on friend’s dime in a luxury suite hotel. Must be nice… I’ll pick him tomorrow evening. I hope he’s having a ball.
