The scene: An outing this morning with several friends at the local Chick Fil'A (it has a playland)
Teller: "that will me $13.34"
Me: hands him a $20
Teller: "oh - wow. Look at that!"
Me: "what?"
Teller: "your change is $6.66. What a horrible number!"
Me: "yeah - isn't that funny?
Teller: "no really - they should program the registers so that nothing can total $6.66 or we can't give change in that amount"
Me: "eh - it happens"
Teller: "do you mind if I give you an extra penny, just so I don't have to hand over that amount?"
Me: "if that will get me out of here quicker, knock yourself out!"
Now, I realize that the higher-ups at Chik Fil'A are ultra-religious (not that it is a bad thing), but when did that trickle down to my little suburban franchise? Did this guy seriously think that handing me over my change was going to bring about the Rapture and the arrival of the Anti-Christ?
I've read the "Left Behind" series (well, most of it...by the last few books the writing got so bad that I would start re-grouting my tub rather than pick it up to read). The arrival of "that number" and the fury that it unleashes didn't start because someone bought a 6-pack of chicken nuggets.
Perhaps it was because I was wearing a red sweater today? Next time I go in, I'm ordering the exact same frigging thing, wearing my red sweater AND a pair of horns.
Rhonda
That is HILARIOUS!
Ms. D
"Perhaps it was because I was wearing a red sweater today? Next time I go in, I’m ordering the exact same frigging thing, wearing my red sweater AND a pair of horns. "
That's hysterical.
Scott
When I worked at the bagel factory, each receipt had an order number on it. The numbering system had 3 digits and would reset after 999. Every time we hit 666, we all did a shot of the secret whiskey bottle we kept by the grill.