Trying Not To Make A Meal Out Of It

(I enter a fast food restaurant close to where I live. I notice that the guy behind the counter is alone despite there being a huge line. When he finally gets to me, he looks very frazzled.)

Employee: “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a while since your order isn’t ready.”

Me: “That’s fine.”

(A quarter of an hour later I still haven’t got my food, but I’m in no hurry, so I keep waiting. Suddenly he looks up at me and I can see all the blood draining from his face.)

Employee: “Oh, my god. I completely forgot about you. I’m so sorry! You can have your meal for free if you like.”

Me: “I paid by card, and I don’t want to give you any extra trouble since you’re understaffed. So, don’t worry about it.”

Employee: “I could give you a free ice cream? Or an extra burger?”

Me: “Really, I’m completely fine, and you’re just tired. It could’ve happened to anyone.”

(At first he just stares at me, looking like he might just cry from relief.)

Employee: “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me all day. Let me get your order.”

(When I checked my bag, I found that he’d put coupons for two free meals there, along with a hastily scribbled thank you note.)