Picture it, Good Stuff Eatery, friday lunch... The line is out the door.
I walk in and order my Farmhouse burger, village snack fry and chocolate mini moo. I wait outside with my friend with my buzzer. The buzzer goes off and I walk in, but forget my receipt with the order number.
And then...
Me: (Internal dialogue) "well that is random, Spike is at the end of the line expediting burgers."
Me: (Aloud to Spike handing him my buzzer) "er, I forgot my receipt and order number."
Spike: "Um, it's ok, I know everything around here" followed by a saucy grin.
Me: (Trying not to sound like a complete idiot and handing over my buzzer) "Right..."
And so went lunch.
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