Ordering Like A Headless Chicken

, , , , | Right | February 5, 2020

(We have a family — a mother and her two girls: one teenager and one pre-teen — that comes in every week. All three of them are obnoxious, particularly the pre-teen.)

Coworker: “Okay, and what’s the next sandwich?”

Pre-Teen: “Um… MOMMA! WHAT DID I GET LAST TIME?!”

Mom: “I don’t know! You order your own food!”

Pre-Teen: “Ummm… Can I get a six-inch… chicken Neapolitan?”

Coworker: “I’m sorry?”

Pre-Teen: “A CHICKEN NEAPOLITAN!”

Coworker: “We don’t have a sandwich by that name.”

Pre-Teen: “YES, YOU DO! I HAD IT LAST TIME!”

Me: “Do you mean the chicken chipotle?”

Pre-Teen: “YES! THAT THING! DUH! A SIX-INCH CHICKEN CHIPOTLE! That’s what I said in the first place!”

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