I needed to break up some of my larger bills, so I decided to go buy a sandwich for lunch. There I either encountered the most flattering service or else just met a guy with the world’s worst memory. Personally I prefer to imagine that it is the former, but odds are it’s the latter.

So, I go order this sandwich—a small #2 on white bread, which is a turkey and cheese sandwich. When he grabs the bread I tell him that I only want the meat and cheese, so he then spreads mayonnaise all over it. Then he asks if I wanted mayonnaise, and when I say no, he grabs another piece of bread. He looks slightly flustered and then asks me again what sandwich I wanted. I repeat that I wanted a number 2.

So then he asks what I want on my sandwich, and I reiterate that I only wanted meat and cheese, to which he seems embarrassed and says “oh, you already said that.” Repeat this process with the cheese, where I tell him I want American, but he’s still putting on the meat. By the time he gets to the cheese, he has to ask me again.

Then comes the drink. He asks if I would like anything, so I say a medium coke. He grabs the correct cup, and I start to rummage in my purse to find my wallet. I look up to see him staring at me. “What did you want to drink?” he stutters. “Coke,” I say.

I manage to get my lunch correctly prepared, and charged at the correct price. He then politely tells me to enjoy my sandwich.

I’d almost be upset by this encounter, except that I DID wind up with the right food, and he COULDN’T REMEMBER ANYTHING—I mean, it was just beyond any level I’ve ever seen! He might just have been new, but see, I’d like to think that he was just so taken aback by my stunning beauty that he was unable to retain anything in his memory, save for the image of my lovely visage etched indelibly in his mind.

Posted at 12:34 PM |

Of course, I mean what other reason could there possibly be?! :)

2 | Posted by: Jennifer on October 06, 2004 @ 10:29 AM