Read Your Food For Thoughts

(I work Saturdays at a local pub and it tends to be a very quiet shift. The chef comes up to the bar to check the evening’s reservations just as a customer is ordering.)

Customer: “Can I have the ham and tomato baguette, but no tomato?”

(I look to the chef and he nods.)

Me: “Certainly.” *hits button for ham and tomato baguette* “What table was that?”

Customer: “Table six.”

(The chef leaves, giving me a thumbs up so I know he knows what to do.)

Me: “Okay that’s [price].”

Customer: *handing over the money* “Don’t you have to write a note?”

Me: “A note?”

Customer: “On the till, don’t you have to write a note letting the chef know?”

Me: *hands them their change* “No, he already knows.”

Customer: “How? Is he psychic?”

Me: “He was the guy that was just up here. He heard you.”

Customer: *walking away, muttering* “More fun when I thought he was psychic.”