So I’ve talked about receiving bad service at a restaurant before. Now I know that wasn’t the first time, and it definately wasn’t the last. Today, I went to a sandwich shop that I haven’t been to in a while. When I got to the cashier, the guy was unusually friendly with me, which is cool. Apparently, he thought I was someone else. Now, I’ve been to this sandwich shop before, but not frequent enough for the guy to remember me. When I told him what I was doing at that point, I think he finally realized I wasn’t the guy who he thought I was. You immediately noticed the change in attitude, when he immediately through the fork and knife into the bag, and handed it off to me, without a goodbye or anything.
Funny enough though, when I started talkin, the two other guys behind him started talking even more quietly. So maybe my breath was that bad? Who knows. I got my sandwich, and it tasted good. That’s all that mattered.
Maybe that’s why I get bad service at restaurants. “OH HEY! IT’S YOU! HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN A…. no wait, that’s not him. FUCK HIM! Who does he think he is, pretending to be that other guy?! The nerve!”
I don’t know. I just don’t get it.
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