15 2005 |
Deanna ordered her specialty: "that's a double whopper, with cheese, WITHOUT onions, because I want to have it my way."
the clerk mumbled into his microphone, "double whopper, no onions." We could hear the order echo from the kitchen area.
I continued the order, "And two cheesecakes."
Deanna had a question: "And, what's with the cheesecake? You have vanilla, then to change it to this caramel."
I added, "Maybe we want vanilla."
"I dunno," said the clerk, "I liked vanilla, too."
"Maybe we want one vanilla, and one caramel," I offered. "That's how we want it done our way."
The clerk ignored me with veiled amusement. "Is this for here, or to go?"
"To go, please." I handed him my debit card and we stood by, waiting for the slip to sign.
Deanna struck a deal, offering "We might stay if there was a floor show."
"Sorry, no dancing here."
"It could be something like those commercials," Deanna said.
I asked, "You don't have one of those King costumes in back, do you?"
"No, we don't."
Deanna agreed with the clerk. "If he knew, he'd already have it on."
"You need to get one of those," I said.
"It could be like a Vegas show," Deanna suggested.
The clerk, entertained by us but ready to move us along, said, "Well, it's too bad we're in Fargo."
Our food arrived very shortly after. Entertaining the wait-staff tends to move time along much faster than staring at the floor.