Step-ping Away With Your Lunch

I take my whole family out for lunch every weekend. For some reason, there’s always a wait for cheeseburgers.

Cashier: “Your total is [total] and your cheeseburgers will be ready in a minute.”

Me: “Okay.” 

A tall, white-haired man silently comes up, picks up my tray — complete with fries, drinks, etc. — and walks away. I continue to wait for the cheeseburgers.

I don’t say anything, but the wide-eyed cashier is stunned.  

Cashier: “Your order!”

Me: “What about it?”

Cashier: “That man took your order!”

Me: “He’s my stepfather!”