| Thursday, October 13, 2005 |
| Foot In Mouth Disease |
I'm still figuring out the nuances to the cash register at Panera; it's a computerized touch screen with a slew of menus and sub-menus. Yeah, I'm better at ringing up than when I first started, but there are a ton of buttons to figure out and it's always a chore to find where things are hidden.
Case in point: this afternoon there was a woman who ordered a salad and wanted almonds on it. For the life of me, I couldn't find the button for "almonds." This prompted me to say the following statement [loud enough to be heard, mind you]:
"I can't find my nuts!"
And of course, the woman had her five-year old daughter with her. Brilliant.
I rang her out as quickly as I could, without saying much else to her. |
yet another musing of steve-o @ 2:53:00 PM  |
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