The Spice Must Flow, This Job Must Blow
There is a great small food place just across from my work building and I end up loving a specific menu item. It’s basically the only thing I’ve ever ordered there, I love it so much. It’s a noodle and veggie bowl with a spicy red coconut curry soup. The question the cashier asks me, I’ve been asked a few times before this instance, but this time, I have to probe further.
Me: “Hi, I’d like the Yoga Fire bowl, with chicken, please.”
Cashier: “Sure! Have you had it before?”
Me: “Yes.”
Cashier: “So you know it’s a bit spicy?”
Me: “Yes. I have to ask; I’ve been reminded of that a few times over the past few months. Have people actually complained that it’s too spicy?”
Cashier: “Yes, a bunch of people did.”
Me: “But it literally has the word ‘fire’ in its name.”
Cashier: “I know. Some people just… I don’t know.”
Pretty sure anything described with the word “fire,” or even “spicy curry,” should have been clear enough. I guess not!
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