This is an actual conversation I had with a 16-year old employee at the drive-thru window of a local fast-food restaurant.
“You can order whenever you’re ready.”
“Hi. Yes, I’d like one twist ice cream cone, but do you have one that’s smaller than the large?”
“We have a small.”
“Oh, okay. I’d like a small please.”
“Is that it?”
“Yep. That’s all.”
“Okay, your total will be $1.92 please.”
“Um, does the small cone cost more than the large cone?”
“No, they’re the same price.”
“Well, the big banner out front says the large cone is $1.00.”
“Right. The large is $1.00 on special, and the small is $1.00.”
“But you said my total was $1.92.”
“No, I said ‘$1.00. Lane 2 please.'”
“Oooh. (nervous laugh) Sorry, I guess I misunderstood you.”
A few minutes later, the girl came wandering back to my place in line and took my dollar and gave me the ice cream cone.
As I drove away, I realized I never did go get in Lane 2.
I hope Grant appreciated that stupid ice cream cone.
And I really hope that I’m smart again when I get resurrected.