Ferris Bueller’s Day On The Job

(A large order has come up at our restaurant, so I say the number over the speaker.)

Me: “Number 64. Number 64.”

(A minute passes and no one responds. Sometimes the customers miss the call, or the loud speaker garbles the audio, so I try again.)

Me: “Number 64. Number 64.”

(This goes on for about 15 minutes. Other orders come and go, and I’m getting annoyed because this order is taking up a lot of space under the heat lamp. I decide to have a little fun.)

Me: *monotone* “Number 64? 64? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?”

(By this point the people in the dining area start laughing, but it seems to work. The customer with the order finally came up.)

Customer: “Sorry, I got caught up in a conversation.”

Coworker: *to me* “Having fun?”

Me: “I always wanted to say that!”