The Drive-Thru At Pride Rock
(The sandwich shop I work at allows phone-in orders for pickup, which people usually order under just their first name. Occasionally, that causes some confusion, because when you got multiple orders under the same first name, you have orders under Michael, Michael 2, Michael P., Michael Smith, Mike from (Employment), etc. It isn’t uncommon to accidentally hand the wrong “Michael” bag to the wrong Michael, especially if they have similar orders. I start getting creative when I take phone orders.)
Customer: “…and my name is Michael. When will that be ready?”
Me: “Ooh, sorry, dude. I already have an order for a Michael, and I want to make sure your order doesn’t get confused. Do you like The Lion King?”
Customer: “Haha, yeah?”
Me: “Okay, cool! You want to be Simba? I’ll put you down as Simba. Your order will be ready in fifteen minutes, Simba!”
(Later, my boss walks by my queued-up orders and sees all of the names on the bags.)
Boss: “What is this?“
Me: “What?”
Boss: “Lindsay… Tinkerbell… Michael… Frankenstein… Judy… Spartacus…”
Me: “I didn’t want multiples of the same name in my queue; that way we don’t make mistakes on the order.”
Boss: “Well, how is anyone supposed to know which order is whose?!”
(A customer approaches the counter:)
Customer: “Hakuna Matata! My name is Simba and I ordered a meatball sub for pick-up!”
Me: “’Sup, dude. You getting a drink and chips with that?”
Boss: “AND STOP CALLING THE CUSTOMERS ‘DUDE’!” *stomps off*
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What is the most wholesome experience you’ve ever had?
