An Order Disorder

, , , , | Right | December 25, 2018

(I have a seasonal job making and selling pancakes at a Christmas market. It’s pretty packed. I have a backlog of twenty separate orders, which I have memorised, and I am just waiting for fresh pancakes to be cooked so I can start handing them out in the order I took them. All the customers have been informed of the process, and their rough queue position. The chef starts handing me pancakes so I can add the toppings.)

Me: *working as I put things on the pass for collection and call out orders* “Two chocolate… one chocolate, one strawberry… three just sugar… one apple and chocolate.”

(A customer from near the back of the queue runs up, past everyone else, and grabs order number four.)

Customer: “Oh, that’s not what I ordered at all! But I guess it’ll have to do!” *runs off before I can say anything*

Me: *speechless*

Customer In Front Of Me: “Did she just take my food?!”

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