I was out doing errands a little bit ago, and had a hankering for pizza, so I stopped by Cici's, cause it was on the way.
The guy who took my order introduced himself, and then asked, "Do you know how a buffet works?"
*blink, blink* "I think it usually goes, I pay for a plate, and you provide foods I may or may not eat. Yeah, I think I got the concept." "I've been to buffets before. How is your's different?"
I forget his answer, but I think it was something along the lines of, "If you need anything, let me know."
I got to the buffet, and got greeted by three other people all in quick succession. I looked around then and realized I was apparently their first customer of the day.
No big deal, until one of the workers came over to me while I was eating, and asked if I needed anything else. More food? More drink?
"No thanks, I'm good." And have working legs, thanks.
I went up for seconds, and returned to my spot, and noticed a guy standing near my table with a binder in his hands, writing something on a sheet of paper that looked like a questionaire perhaps, and realized he might be corporate. And everything clicked. But, still, I was about ready to ask for a refund. Five different people made themselves known to me in the short time I was there, and it made me feel like they thought I was going to steal something. Something I'd already paid for.
I don't need to know everyone who works in the store.
The guy who took my order introduced himself, and then asked, "Do you know how a buffet works?"
*blink, blink* "I think it usually goes, I pay for a plate, and you provide foods I may or may not eat. Yeah, I think I got the concept." "I've been to buffets before. How is your's different?"
I forget his answer, but I think it was something along the lines of, "If you need anything, let me know."
I got to the buffet, and got greeted by three other people all in quick succession. I looked around then and realized I was apparently their first customer of the day.
No big deal, until one of the workers came over to me while I was eating, and asked if I needed anything else. More food? More drink?
"No thanks, I'm good." And have working legs, thanks.
I went up for seconds, and returned to my spot, and noticed a guy standing near my table with a binder in his hands, writing something on a sheet of paper that looked like a questionaire perhaps, and realized he might be corporate. And everything clicked. But, still, I was about ready to ask for a refund. Five different people made themselves known to me in the short time I was there, and it made me feel like they thought I was going to steal something. Something I'd already paid for.
I don't need to know everyone who works in the store.



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