#wrong orders

Safety tech got the world’s greasiest pizza slice.

Other pit crew ordered a Turkey sub with Swiss cheese. He got a roast beef with American and pickles.

Me: gets 5 chicken tenders. Maybe they should be labeled chicken breasts instead… snicker for comparison below. All 5 are like this.

"Okay, did you want that hot or iced?"

"Hot."

"Okay."

"I also want an added shot of chai."

"...Sure."

"And coconut milk."

"Okay. Do you want like cold or hot coconut milk added to your hot green tea?"

"Hot."

"Sure."

*Prepares tea bags with the added hot water and pumps some chai in*

*continues to ring up customers*

*fellow barista yells over from the pass and customer is looking frustrated* "Is this a green tea or a green tea latte?"

"He said hot green tea? With all the additives."

*Customer is frustrated* "I wanted a coconut milk green tea latte with a shot of chai."

Okay. And you couldn't order it like that the first time because....? Seriously. The "latte" part of that order would've been super helpful to begin with.

“Wait-” URRRRRRAAAAAP “what? You give me food incorrectly so you-” URRRRRRP “give me more?” She’d ask, but find she was talking to ether as he already disappeared. She drummed her fingers on top of the boxes and let out another deep belch. “Well, that was already a bunch of calories-” URRRRRRRRRRAAAAAPPP “a few more couldn’t hurt right?” And that was all the justification she’d need to begin devouring the pizzas.

The rate at which she was tearing through them now you’d assume they were snack sized to her. Apparently all that burping had done a decent job of clearing up some room in her gut which would soon be refilled. However, even though it felt like room had been made her stomach would still bulge as she’d work on finishing all of the pizzas brought to her.

Bea was shocked as the delivery person carried in three pizza boxes, before leaving and returning with more, stacking all of the boxes atop one another. She had almost come to terms with the amount of food the delivery man had left her, but was shocked even further upon his re entry carrying in three more bags containing large boxes of even more take out. 

“Alright, like I can understand getting the wrong address every now and then, but this is clearly for some large party, right? What makes you think that all of this should be brought here?”

But she wouldn’t get her answer as the delivery man was gone before she could finish questioning them. Looking over the pile of food before her, she groaned, rolling her eyes in disbelief. She chewed her lower lip, thinking over what she should do with all of this.

“Ugh dammit, I already know exactly what’s gonna happen, might as well get started.” She’d groan to herself, flipping open the box to the pasta bowl and starting with that. Picking up one of the plastic utensils that came with the buffet like meal, she ripped off a massive piece and jammed it into her mouth. Maybe if she started with probably the heaviest of the dishes there, it’d fill her up too much for the rest of it all. Unfortunately, she should really know better by now, as she quickly reached halfway through the pasta dinner was no where near full. She was already eyeing the other smaller boxes as she was gulping down the last of pasta and bread bowl.

Sighing quietly she flipped open the lids to five smaller boxes for the side orders deciding that, if she was going to eat them all, she might as mix it up a little bit. It made sense to her at least, going back and forth between the wings and cinnastix as she worked through the boxes. It helped the flavors from getting boring or too over bearing, which would prove to be a godsend for the poor crocodile. She didn’t know if she should consider herself lucky or not that her stomach began to broadcast the tell tale signs that it was starting fill as she gulped down the last of the wings. Licking her fingers clean, she looked over the final obstacle, towering stack of pizza boxes.

She’d look back and forth between her stomach, and the pizzas, weighing her options, before giving in and pulling them closer to her. “Oh goodie... double cut.” She muttered, pulling one of the thin slices out and biting in half. These were clearly meant for some party but they ended up being all for her, and smaller slices just made it all that much easier to deal with. In fact, she’d find herself working on multiple slices at the same time, one in each hand. Normally she wouldn’t be such a glutton but, for some reason she just couldn’t put it down.

Cashier: *rings up* number one, no cheese.

Cashier: *places tray down.

Me: *opens burger, has cheese, returns it.* I asked for no cheese.

Cashier: yes, hold on. *fix new burger, still has cheese.*

Me: NO cheese...*shows burger with cheese*

Cashier: yes, no cheese. *

smiles*