Hold The Mustard… And The Green Stuff

, , , | Working | December 17, 2020

I’m recovering from surgery, and due to a combination of conditions, I’m VERY limited on what I’m allowed to eat. I’ve been craving a sandwich from a specific chain, and my boyfriend checks the ingredients online and verifies that it’s safe for me, with a minor modification. We go through the drive-thru.

Boyfriend: “Can I get a [sandwich] with no mustard, and a [combo] meal?”

Cashier: “A [combo] with no cheese?”

Boyfriend: “No, a [sandwich] with no mustard and a [combo].”

Cashier: “A [sandwich] combo?”

Boyfriend: “No, just the sandwich. No mustard.”

Cashier: “[Other sandwich], no mustard. Got it.”

Boyfriend: “No, it’s a [sandwich].”

This goes on for a few minutes. The cashier either gets the wrong item or the wrong modification. Finally, my boyfriend looks like he’s about to scream.

Boyfriend: “You know what? I’ll come inside.”

Cashier: “Okay, two ; it’ll be [amount] at the window.”

He went in by himself and was inside for a while. When he came back out, he told me that the cashier at the speaker looked stoned out of her mind. Luckily, the counter cashier was at least sober enough to take his order first try.

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