This one is my husband's sighting, not my own. But I made him swear to its veracity.
The scene: Husband is in line behind a woman at our local coffee shop (Timmy's, for all you Canadians reading this). The woman is the SC. The employee serving her we'll call Awesome Guy (AG). AG is my husband's favourite employee at this shop. He's always super-friendly and efficient, and will joke around with you a bit if he's not too busy.
AG: What can I get you?
SC: *mumblemumblemumble*
AG: I'm sorry, could you repeat that? Gets awful loud in here during lunch rush.
SC: *mumblemumblemumble*
AG: I'm terribly sorry, but you're going to have to yell at me. I won't mind! (gives SC a big winning smile)
SC: (at the top of her lungs now) OH, FOR GOD'S SAKE! POPPY-SEED BAGEL! (starts to spell it all out) B....A....G....E....
AG: That's fine, ma'am. I got it.
SC: I'm so SICK of people not understanding my accent!
For the record, my husband could not hear even a trace of an accent. None.
AG: Well, I'm finishing up my PhD and I'M sick of people spelling things for me.
The woman didn't say anything else, she just slunk down to the end of the lunch counter to pick up her bagel.
AG (to my husband): The usual?
Husband: C...O....F....F....
AG: (smiling) You think you're pretty funny, don't you?
The scene: Husband is in line behind a woman at our local coffee shop (Timmy's, for all you Canadians reading this). The woman is the SC. The employee serving her we'll call Awesome Guy (AG). AG is my husband's favourite employee at this shop. He's always super-friendly and efficient, and will joke around with you a bit if he's not too busy.
AG: What can I get you?
SC: *mumblemumblemumble*
AG: I'm sorry, could you repeat that? Gets awful loud in here during lunch rush.
SC: *mumblemumblemumble*
AG: I'm terribly sorry, but you're going to have to yell at me. I won't mind! (gives SC a big winning smile)
SC: (at the top of her lungs now) OH, FOR GOD'S SAKE! POPPY-SEED BAGEL! (starts to spell it all out) B....A....G....E....
AG: That's fine, ma'am. I got it.
SC: I'm so SICK of people not understanding my accent!
For the record, my husband could not hear even a trace of an accent. None.
AG: Well, I'm finishing up my PhD and I'M sick of people spelling things for me.
The woman didn't say anything else, she just slunk down to the end of the lunch counter to pick up her bagel.
AG (to my husband): The usual?
Husband: C...O....F....F....
AG: (smiling) You think you're pretty funny, don't you?
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