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The Audi Driver
I'm going to call him 'Mark.' Which is, close. He's bald, thin, late twenties, maybe early thirties, chain smokes, binge drinks coffee, and likes drama. He could have been a character in Beverly Hills 90201. Or whatever the zip code is. Although I don't see him hooking up with Jennifer Aniston, if you know what I mean. Well we will leave it at that. He's an expert at everything. Like driving sports cars. 'I drive an Audi because I like to push my cars HARD!'
Dude.
It's an older model A4 sedan. With an automatic transmission. It is an overpriced passenger sedan like your grandfather might drive, except he drives a Caddy and likes the room and air conditioning. It is NOT a sports car. It's basically what a Toyota Solara is to a middle aged single woman. Not really practical. Not sporty. The Olympic rings give it status I guess, but you might as well put a BMW emblem on a Corolla. Oh and by the way it's always in the shop.
I don't get it. But that might just be me. Someone clue me in.
The Burger Guy
There are certain occupations that... never mind, I don't want to get in to it. He doesn't come across as an individual that probably rode to school in a Thomas 'Mighty Mite' series bus, yet, he can't get an order right to save his life.
Menu item: Salad. Additions: Ahi tuna, chicken, or steak.
"I would like a salad with Ahi tuna."
He rings it up as a salad, and an Ahi tuna sandwich. When I explain to him that I wanted the Ahi tuna on the salad, he tells me that he is very confused by that.
**Burger Girl - "You want your Ahi tuna rare, right?"
Me - "Yes."
Burger Girl - "And no croutons, right?"
Me - "Yes."
Burger Girl - "And you told him that, right?"
Me - Sigh.
**Post clarification edit. Burger Girl was doing order delivery service - retrieving the orders from the cooks' counter to the customers' pickup counter, and rendering QA/QC services at the same time for burger guy, who was manning the register.
I'm going to call him 'Mark.' Which is, close. He's bald, thin, late twenties, maybe early thirties, chain smokes, binge drinks coffee, and likes drama. He could have been a character in Beverly Hills 90201. Or whatever the zip code is. Although I don't see him hooking up with Jennifer Aniston, if you know what I mean. Well we will leave it at that. He's an expert at everything. Like driving sports cars. 'I drive an Audi because I like to push my cars HARD!'
Dude.
It's an older model A4 sedan. With an automatic transmission. It is an overpriced passenger sedan like your grandfather might drive, except he drives a Caddy and likes the room and air conditioning. It is NOT a sports car. It's basically what a Toyota Solara is to a middle aged single woman. Not really practical. Not sporty. The Olympic rings give it status I guess, but you might as well put a BMW emblem on a Corolla. Oh and by the way it's always in the shop.
I don't get it. But that might just be me. Someone clue me in.
The Burger Guy
There are certain occupations that... never mind, I don't want to get in to it. He doesn't come across as an individual that probably rode to school in a Thomas 'Mighty Mite' series bus, yet, he can't get an order right to save his life.
Menu item: Salad. Additions: Ahi tuna, chicken, or steak.
"I would like a salad with Ahi tuna."
He rings it up as a salad, and an Ahi tuna sandwich. When I explain to him that I wanted the Ahi tuna on the salad, he tells me that he is very confused by that.
**Burger Girl - "You want your Ahi tuna rare, right?"
Me - "Yes."
Burger Girl - "And no croutons, right?"
Me - "Yes."
Burger Girl - "And you told him that, right?"
Me - Sigh.
**Post clarification edit. Burger Girl was doing order delivery service - retrieving the orders from the cooks' counter to the customers' pickup counter, and rendering QA/QC services at the same time for burger guy, who was manning the register.
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