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it seems so simple.
Feb. 21st, 2007 09:50 amI am cursed when it comes to ordering in restaurants.
I tend to get something other than what I want when I order. Sometimes, it's because I decide what I want but then either read or discuss something else with my dining companions, and what comes out of my mouth is something different than what I mean to say. (And then I'll be perfectly clueless about what I actually did order.)
Other times, I will not hear or misinterpret something the person who's taking my order says. I have a pretty extensive script in my head for food interactions, and can check what I do hear against those scripts to find out what the person wants. Sometimes, though, they ask something I'm not prepared for, and that leads to much confusion and repeating until, flustered, I give an answer, any answer.
There are a few places who've never given me what I actually wanted when I ordered. There's a Wendy's on Rainier that every single time I go there they do something strange to my order. I order a sandwich and a drink and they ask me if I want a combo, and I say no. Yet when I receive my food, there's not just one but two cartons of fries in it that I didn't order and wasn't charged for.
However, Monday took the cake.
We went to a Taco Bell that I have a bad history with because it was on the way to where we were going. Laura offered to order for me--a soft taco and a gordita, both fresco style.
So she did, and I sat down, happy that I was finally going to get exactly what I wanted for once.
The food came and...the gordita was a chalupa. (Which has something like double the points of a gordita.) Even when I don't order for myself, it gets messed up! Fortunately, Bryan was willing to get them to fix it--otherwise, I’d just have eaten the filling out of it and called it good.
Cursed, I tell you. Fortunately, it's a mild curse.
I tend to get something other than what I want when I order. Sometimes, it's because I decide what I want but then either read or discuss something else with my dining companions, and what comes out of my mouth is something different than what I mean to say. (And then I'll be perfectly clueless about what I actually did order.)
Other times, I will not hear or misinterpret something the person who's taking my order says. I have a pretty extensive script in my head for food interactions, and can check what I do hear against those scripts to find out what the person wants. Sometimes, though, they ask something I'm not prepared for, and that leads to much confusion and repeating until, flustered, I give an answer, any answer.
There are a few places who've never given me what I actually wanted when I ordered. There's a Wendy's on Rainier that every single time I go there they do something strange to my order. I order a sandwich and a drink and they ask me if I want a combo, and I say no. Yet when I receive my food, there's not just one but two cartons of fries in it that I didn't order and wasn't charged for.
However, Monday took the cake.
We went to a Taco Bell that I have a bad history with because it was on the way to where we were going. Laura offered to order for me--a soft taco and a gordita, both fresco style.
So she did, and I sat down, happy that I was finally going to get exactly what I wanted for once.
The food came and...the gordita was a chalupa. (Which has something like double the points of a gordita.) Even when I don't order for myself, it gets messed up! Fortunately, Bryan was willing to get them to fix it--otherwise, I’d just have eaten the filling out of it and called it good.
Cursed, I tell you. Fortunately, it's a mild curse.
