Constantly Lamb-usted
I’m another customer, waiting to order behind this one.
Customer: “I want a lamb burger, no bun, without salad, with a salad on the side.”
Cashier: “So, the salad from the burger on the side or one of the other salads?”
Customer: “No, no salad.”
Cashier: “Just the hamburger patty?”
Customer: “Yes, with salad.”
Cashier: “Just double-checking, you want the hamburger patty and a side salad.”
Customer: “I don’t want salad.”
Cashier: “Okay, did you want fries on the side?”
Customer: “NO, I want SALAD on the side.”
Cashier: “Lamb patty, with salad.”
Customer: “No, lamb burger, no bun, no salad. Side salad.”
The cashier takes a deep breath, writes down the order on the pad.
Cashier: “Anything else?”
Customer: “A latte.”
Cashier: “Do you want plant milk?”
Customer: “No, thanks.”
The customer sits down, and a few minutes later, her coffee arrives. She sips it.
Customer: “Um, this isn’t oat. I wanted oat.”
Me: “You didn’t order oat!”
Customer: “I shouldn’t HAVE to order it!”
Her food order was, apparently, correct as she had no other complaints.
