Not A Grain Of Sense

| Working | February 13, 2014

(I am at a well-known dine-in restaurant with a to-go area.)

Cashier: “Hi. Welcome to [Restaurant]. Would you like to make a to-go order?”

Me: “I actually did online, since I had to check your wheat allergy menu. It’s under [My Name].”

Cashier: “Oh. You have Celiac disease?”

Me: “No, just a wheat allergy. I break out into hives all over.”

Cashier: “That’s too bad.” *rings me up* “I see you got a salad. Would you like some rolls with this?”

Me: “Um, no. Just the salad with my meal. I’d end up throwing the rolls away, since I can’t eat them.”

Cashier: “I’ll put some rolls in there anyway.”

(The cashier disappears for 25 long minutes, though online had estimated my meal would be done by 8:15 and I’d arrived at 8:18.)

Me: “Excuse me. About my food?”

Cashier: “Oh! Yeah. That’ll be [amount]. Thank you. Have a nice day.”

Me: “I still need my food.”

Cashier: “Oh yeah.” *disappears for 10 more minutes in the back*

Me: *to another worker* “Hi. Sorry. I’ve been here for nearly an hour waiting for my food that was supposed to be ready at 8:15. Is there any way you can check to see if it’s back there and ready? It’s under [Name].”

Other Worker: “Sure thing! I’m sorry you’ve had to wait.” *disappears in back and comes back with food* “It’s been ready for a while, it looks like. I’m terribly sorry about that. I put a free slice of cheesecake in there for you.”

Me: *not wanting to be rude or explain the allergy thing* “That was very kind of you. I appreciate it.” *hands him a $5 as a tip* “I was going to give this to your coworker, but she seems to have gotten lost off in Wonderland.”

Other Worker: *laughs* “You have no idea how fitting that is.”

(I go to leave just as the cashier comes from the back, so I don’t say anything to her.)

Cashier: “Excuse me! You didn’t tip me!”

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