When I'm at Job 3 on the weekends, I sometimes like to treat myself to eating out. I don't eat out a lot anymore - not since moving to Sticksville. Mostly because there's not much to choose from. But also because Papa D and K feed me. And K is a pretty darned good cook. And she puts up with my "persnicketiness". God Bless her.
Anywho, there are a few options when I'm in Town to eat at. There are a couple of sub shops, a couple of burger joints, a Mexican restaurant, and an Italian place, even a Chinese restaurant. Since I could live off burgers, I typically enjoy a nice burger when I go out. Or I'll hit a sub shop.
Awhile back, I went in to one of the sub shops and asked for a turkey sandwich. The sandwich moves down the line, although I don't because the line of people is actually quite long. I can't see over the counter because I'm too short. I can't see through the glass for all the stupid stickers. As I finally edge over to see the third set of hands touching my sandwich, I see her with the icky green stuff - guacamole.
As the knife is in the air with that icky stuff on it, heading towards my sandwich, I said, "Oh, no guac please."
She didn't hear me because that nasty green stuff got spread all over my sandwich. All I could get out was "NONONONONONONONONONO".
I not only caught the young girl's attention, but everyone else in the sub shop, too. I also scared the poor girl. She stared at me with the deer in the headlights look. I finally could put together a cohesive sentence and told her, "I don't want guacamole." She started scraping it off, apologizing profusely. The gal that had started my sandwich offered to make me a new one. The line was already out the door, so I was trying to be nice to those behind me, and told them she could just scrape it off, I'll live. The poor girl kept apologizing to me while scraping that nasty green crud, taking quite a bit of bread with it.
I apologized to her for scaring her, and told her that I didn't see it until it was too late due to the stickers on the glass. I told her if she just put extra mayo and mustard on it I should be good. The last gal to touch my sandwich told me that my food was on the house due to the mix-up. I thanked her and told her she didn't have to do that, it was an honest mistake. (Most people like guacamole, so the poor girl was just in a groove) She insisted that she buy my lunch, so I let her.
That was a pretty good sandwich. And no, whatever guac that was left on there didn't make it good. ;o)