After a drawn out discussion of where to eat while working at the theatre, a coin toss decides we will choose Taco Bell over Potbelly's (I know. The coin has been destroyed). So I get there and begin to read the order to the employee.
"Can I have 3 soft shell tacos..."
"Sorry, we're out of soft shells."
"Hang on." I call them back at the theatre to see what else they want, since a restaurant that has "Taco" in its name ran out of the most important ingredient to make a taco.
The boss bewilderedly bellows, "You're at Taco Bell, right?! Just get hard shells since we have no choice."
I commence my order and since it is a Taco Bell/Pizza Hut hybrid, a couple people wanted breadsticks.
"...and two orders of breadsticks."
"We don't have breadsticks either." I went into hysterics, tearing from laughing so hard. The best part was they still had the burrito-sized soft shells so my order was not affected by this at all. I gather the foodstuffs and head towards the door just as an employee is walking in from her car with a box slung over her shoulder.
"Excuse me, are those soft shells?" Awesome. You can't write this stuff.
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That's pretty funny.
On first read-through, I thought you wrote, "I started reading the MENU to the employee..."
Which struck my fancy because I've definitely been places where the employees seemed to be unaware of what was written in big, illuminated letters above their heads.
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