Food For Reading Your Thought

(My brother and I work at the same store and always order the same lunch at the fast food place in the parking lot. There is another guy that also orders the same lunch every day. The three of us get in line one after the other.)

Cashier: “$4.79”

(Customer #1 pays, gets number.)

Cashier: “$4.79”

(Brother pays, and gets number.)

Cashier: “$4.79”

(I pay, and get my number.)

Cashier: *to next person in line* “Welcome to [Fast Food Place]. May I take your order?”

(Customer #2 stares at the cashier intently.)

Cashier: “Sir? May I take your order?”

(Customer #2 stares harder and cocks his head to the side.)

Cashier: “Sir?”

Customer #2: “You don’t know yet?”

Cashier: “What?”

Customer #2: “I mean, you’re psychic, right?”

Cashier: “Oh! No, they just always have the same thing.”

Customer #2: “Good! I wouldn’t want people reading my mind! Um, I’ll have the number three combo.”