What A Girl Wants

, , , | | Working | May 15, 2019

(I am a regular at a pizza restaurant near my house. Many employees know me on sight and put my order in the oven as soon as they see me, so I’ve gotten accustomed to going straight to the register without looking at the pizzas; the restaurant is arranged so that the register is right in front of the door and the pizzas are off to the side. Today, I walk in and see one customer browsing the pizzas and two employees at the register: one who knows me and one who looks new. The one who knows me goes over to the oven while I stand a little ways back from the register, not wanting to cut in front of the other customer. After about a minute of the customer browsing and not making a decision, the cashier speaks up, looking directly at me.)

Cashier: “What can I help you with, ma’am?”

Me: *walking up to the register* “Could I please get [usual order]?”

Cashier: “Could you [something I don’t catch]?”

Me: “Sorry?”

Cashier: *gesturing vaguely in the direction of the other customer* “Could you go over there?”

Me: “Huh?”

Cashier: “Could you go wait over there? That other woman was here first.”

Me: “Well, you asked me what I wanted!”

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