One of the top entries on my long and ever-growing list of pet peeves is ordering food or some other service, and then being forced to repeat myself because the person taking my order couldn’t simultaneously hold three pieces of information in their brain. So, imagine my rage when I tried to order lunch today and this happened:
Surly Waitress: Can I help you?
Me: Yes, I’d like a Tuna Sandwhich on Rye, please.
Surly Waitress: What type of sandwich?
Me: Tuna.
Surly Waitress: On what bread?
Me: Rye.
Surly Waitress begins to cut bread. After a few seconds, she speaks again.
Surly Waitress: You wanted tuna?
Me: Yes.
Surly Waitress: Mayo or butter?
Me: Just Mayo, please.
Surly Waitress: Anything else?
Me: Lettuce, and a few pickles on the side.
Surly Waitress: With Mayo?
Me: Yes.
Surly Waitress: And Tuna?
Me: For the love of god, yes.
I probably wouldn’t get so uptight about this were it not for the fact that remembering my order for 3 minutes is this women’s entire job. Ridiculous.
Oh so now you don’t like women?! When will it ever cease?!
As an ex-Sandwich Artist (yes, capital letters), I can assure you that you did, indeed, receive piss-poor service. In fact, I knew a guy who could hold up to ten complex orders in his head at one time.
But I have to disagree with your suggestion that “remembering my order for 3 minutes is this woman’s entire job.” I know from my own experience that messing with the food in the back where no one can see you does take up a lot of each shift.