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dramaturgy) wrote2006-07-31 04:18 pm
dramaturgy) wrote2006-07-31 04:18 pm
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My daddy managed to fix whatever it was that was crashing windows. YAY DADDY.
Marsha and I had some real interesting customers. We were in back drive today which was great, because Marsha is so nice and great and I love her to death. Some lady came through and tried to order a Jr. Whopper until Marsha said, "Uh, we don't serve Whoppers. >_>" and so she ordered something else. When she came to the window she said, "I'm so sorry, I forgot where I was!" and was really quite embarrassed so it's not like she was a bad customer or anything. But the funny of this was expounded by the fact that I had just reenacted the BK Lounge sketch for her. (WHOPPER NO ONION!!!!!)
And then this lady came through who was just really mean to Marsha. She refused to turn off her VERY LOUD SUV in order to enable easier ordering, upbraided her about "wasting her time" when she read back the order to make sure she had it right because she'd changed her mind about four times, and then she came around. I smiled kindly and took her credit card and swiped it... and the transaction failed. Twice. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call karma. XD
Although I have to say that nobody seems to get when I say, "Is that all for you?" and "Is your order correct on the screen?" it's not for my own health. -.-
But now I have three days off and I'm not answering the phone the entire time.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5.Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
I dropped my shield, flung a firebrand through the door, then crouched double to get through the tiny entrance. Children screamed as I entered, and a half-naked man leaped at me with a knife that fforced me to twist desperately aside. I fell on a child as I lunged at her father with my spear.
The Winter King by Bernard Cornwell. An(other) entertaining retelling of the legend of King Arthur. Pretty good.
Marsha and I had some real interesting customers. We were in back drive today which was great, because Marsha is so nice and great and I love her to death. Some lady came through and tried to order a Jr. Whopper until Marsha said, "Uh, we don't serve Whoppers. >_>" and so she ordered something else. When she came to the window she said, "I'm so sorry, I forgot where I was!" and was really quite embarrassed so it's not like she was a bad customer or anything. But the funny of this was expounded by the fact that I had just reenacted the BK Lounge sketch for her. (WHOPPER NO ONION!!!!!)
And then this lady came through who was just really mean to Marsha. She refused to turn off her VERY LOUD SUV in order to enable easier ordering, upbraided her about "wasting her time" when she read back the order to make sure she had it right because she'd changed her mind about four times, and then she came around. I smiled kindly and took her credit card and swiped it... and the transaction failed. Twice. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call karma. XD
Although I have to say that nobody seems to get when I say, "Is that all for you?" and "Is your order correct on the screen?" it's not for my own health. -.-
But now I have three days off and I'm not answering the phone the entire time.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5.Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
I dropped my shield, flung a firebrand through the door, then crouched double to get through the tiny entrance. Children screamed as I entered, and a half-naked man leaped at me with a knife that fforced me to twist desperately aside. I fell on a child as I lunged at her father with my spear.
The Winter King by Bernard Cornwell. An(other) entertaining retelling of the legend of King Arthur. Pretty good.