Kicking Myself

Do you ever know exactly what you want off a menu--with exactly the right substitution(s) or subtraction(s) or addition(s)--spend the time in line rehearsing the order and waiting patiently, then order and realize after it's already been entered and paid for that you asked for no onions instead of no sprouts, and you hate sprouts, but the guy running the register has already moved on and the ones making the sandwich don't speak English, so you're stuck waiting for a sandwich that's less than perfect and that you'll have to perform minor surgery on just to make adequate?

Yeah, I hate that.


kyle said...

You should have just let him do you.

kfed said...

I hate Cafe Milano sometimes.