So there I am in MexiGong drive-thru, doin' my SexyVoice™ when an SUV pulls up with two guys my age(ish) in it. I'm running both orders and cashier duties, so I get their credit card and make the payment. When guy 1 (G1) hands the receipt thingy back, G2 says:
"Does that receipt come with your phone number?" :D
Really?
Well, we're doing a program where we want people to call in and give good reviews. If they mention my name, even better. I figured, lets turn this into something good:
"It comes with a phone number that, if you call and leave a review of MexiGong, you have a chance to win a thousand dollars!" *ching!* tooth sparkle* "Would you like any sauce with your order?"
G1: I'd like some...HOT sauce (imagine twitching eyes accompanying this)
Me: Okay, some hot sauce. (I'm getting it set up)
G2: I'd like some fiiiiire sauce!
G1: Don't give him any; he can't have any.
G2: No! I want some fiiiire sauce!
G1: He can't have any. It's too hot and it makes him cry.
G2: But I want some!
Me: I'll give you a fire sauce. (I hold up one packet and place it on the small mountain of hot sauce.
G2: Only one?
Me: I don't want you to cry...
G1: Too bad you're married
Me: Indeed
G2: He's joking! I'm not married...
Me: (laughs, trying not to snort) Here's your food.
Next car pulls up:
Older Lady: They sounded like they were in a good mood...
Me: Hey, at least you're not flirting with me (she laughs)--not that you couldn't if you wanted to--I'm sure you'd be good at it...
People interest me.
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