Doesn’t Have A Thought For Food

(I have worked at this restaurant for three years, but for the past six months I have only worked on Sundays. I am covering a shift for a coworker on a Saturday, a day when all of the hamburgers on the menu are half price.)

Me: “Is everybody ready to order?”

Customer: “Well, I get the same thing every week but, since apparently you’re new, I guess I’ll have to order today.”

(I decided it wasn’t worth arguing that I most definitely wasn’t new.)

Me: “Okay… What would you like?”

Customer: “I want it medium well, with fries extra crispy.”

Me: “What is it that you want medium well?”

Customer: “My hamburger.”

Me: “Which hamburger would you like?”

Customer: “The same one I always get!”

Me: “I understand that ma’am, but as you already mentioned, I haven’t served you before so I don’t know what you usually order.”

Customer: “Fine!” *to her husband* “What do I usually get?”

Husband: *shrugs*

Customer: “Ugh. I just want a regular burger medium well!”

Me: “Okay, so a plain hamburger medium well with extra crispy fries.”

Customer: “No! I don’t want a plain hamburger!”

Me: “I’m sorry. What did you want on your burger?”

Customer: “Cheese!”

Me: “Okay. What kind of cheese?”

Customer: “Swiss!”

Me: “Okay so that’s a Swiss cheeseburger medium well?”

Customer: “And bacon!”

Me: “Okay, so a bacon cheeseburger with Swiss and extra crispy fries?”

Customer: “Yes! Was that so hard?!”