Two rather gaunt looking woman came into my burger joint today. I wouldn't have made a note of that if it weren't for their lack of clothing, they must have been wearing no more than a yard of cloth between them. Sigh, it hits seventy-five and suddenly everyone has to take off all their clothes. Myself, I don't even own a pair of short trousers. I don't get hot. I just don't. I don't really get cold either.
Yeah, I digress. Whatever. Anyway, one woman orders a portabello burger, no cheese, no mayo, no onions, no pickles. Her friend orders a boca burger, no cheese, no mayo. They're number 29. I'd like to point out at this opportunity that the menu reads SWISS BURGER WITH PORTABELLO MUSHROOMS, and that this is a hamburger served with swiss cheese and sauteed mushrooms on top. Five minutes later, I call number 29, and the two saunter up to the counter.
On the counter are sitting their sandwiches. Woman A picks up her sandwich. She is pleased. This sandwich makes her happy. That makes me happy. Woman B takes a close look at her sandwich and says, "Oh my God. That is not what I ordered." Oh my God, sort of strange thing to say to the wrong sandwich, I think.
I say, "It is most assuredly the sandwich you ordered. A portabello burger, no cheese, no mayo, no onions, no pickles."
"This is not a portabello burger." she says.
"Yes it is," I lift up the bun, "See? A burger with sauteed portabello mushrooms. Delicious!"
She gaped at me for a second and said, "Oh my God, you didn't tell me the portabello burger had MEAT in it!" She then made it apparent that she thought, (and didn't understand how it could be otherwise,) that the portabello burger was a portabello mushroom in a bun, with no meat. Her friend said at some point in the ensuing argument, "I told you it was a hamburger! Why didn't you ask him?"
Like most stories here, this one was fairly inconclusive. She wanted a refund, I gave her one, she was still angry, she kept repeating, "I can't believe the portabello burger had meat on it!" Eventually she left and dragged her friend with her, even though her friend had not finished her sandwich, and that made me sad.
Yeah, I digress. Whatever. Anyway, one woman orders a portabello burger, no cheese, no mayo, no onions, no pickles. Her friend orders a boca burger, no cheese, no mayo. They're number 29. I'd like to point out at this opportunity that the menu reads SWISS BURGER WITH PORTABELLO MUSHROOMS, and that this is a hamburger served with swiss cheese and sauteed mushrooms on top. Five minutes later, I call number 29, and the two saunter up to the counter.
On the counter are sitting their sandwiches. Woman A picks up her sandwich. She is pleased. This sandwich makes her happy. That makes me happy. Woman B takes a close look at her sandwich and says, "Oh my God. That is not what I ordered." Oh my God, sort of strange thing to say to the wrong sandwich, I think.
I say, "It is most assuredly the sandwich you ordered. A portabello burger, no cheese, no mayo, no onions, no pickles."
"This is not a portabello burger." she says.
"Yes it is," I lift up the bun, "See? A burger with sauteed portabello mushrooms. Delicious!"
She gaped at me for a second and said, "Oh my God, you didn't tell me the portabello burger had MEAT in it!" She then made it apparent that she thought, (and didn't understand how it could be otherwise,) that the portabello burger was a portabello mushroom in a bun, with no meat. Her friend said at some point in the ensuing argument, "I told you it was a hamburger! Why didn't you ask him?"
Like most stories here, this one was fairly inconclusive. She wanted a refund, I gave her one, she was still angry, she kept repeating, "I can't believe the portabello burger had meat on it!" Eventually she left and dragged her friend with her, even though her friend had not finished her sandwich, and that made me sad.
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