Maybe this guy was tired....

[Digitalpotato]

BBC = Brain-burping customer
Me =

BBC: I'll have a *Garbled statement*
Me: What kind?
BBC: Sandwich.
Me: Waht kind of sandwich?
BBC: Your Three-sixty nine one.
Me: *Gives him a "You seriously did NOT just say that" look* * Well what kind?
BBC: Uh the meat and egg one.
Me: (relieved) Which one?
BBC: Uh I think...Sausage and egg! YEah that's it!
Me: That's the one?
BBC: Yep. *nods*


* Since he did not state whether or not he wanted a breakfast sandwich, there were at least 7-8 different sandwiches that cost $3.69 And on the breakfast menu, there are two.


I don't know if this guy was really tired, was stupid, under the influence, or trying to be sucky. I think he might have been tired and having to stop by since we apparently are the open place open in the student centre in the AM. (lies - I'd go to Carls Jr when I had no time to eat lunch)

[Broomjockey]

I'm voting for probably tired.
I've been in situations where I just can't process what I'm trying to say, and come out with stuff like that. With some gentle coaxing, the information comes out, but I'm sure I look like a stoner when that happens.

[Kiwi]

I went to a timmy's once at 4am absoletely dead on my feet. I had just started at the call centre and they had switched us from a 2-9pm day to a 4am-noon day and I could barely stand.

The guy asked what I want and I kind of look at him and managed to say "um coffee?"
Then he asks the impossible... what size do you want
I thought, and thought, and thought and managed "um 1 sugar please"

K took over at that point, apologuising for my behaviour and ordering for me, at least the counter guy found it funny. If I hadn't been so tired I would have been embarressed.

[DGoddessChardonnay]

I get brain-dead and my words can garble up either when I'm dead tired or in the early stage of migraine.

The other week, I was dealing with the aura phase and finally got a chance to stop stocking and was almost running to the backroom to grab my purse from my locker. The spots had just stopped, so I could see where I was going slightly better, but I didn't feel I had much time to get to the meds before the pounding started.

One of my coworkers asked me if I was okay, and I stopped in front of the deli case long enough to mumble out "Migraine . . . meds in back . . . I need to take as quick . . ."

She knew (bless her) what I was talking about (Angel has them too on occasion) and I disappeared to the back, barely remembered the combination to the locker, got the migraine pills out of my purse, washed them down with a bottle of water out of the ice cream freezer next door and in about a short bit once the medicine took hold, I was more coherent.