This is REALLY REALLY sad. 😆
Every week, ok, nearly every week, we go to Schlotzsky’s once for dinner. Well, actually, I drive through and bring it home. It consists of *nearly* the same thing every time. The ONLY deviation is *me*. Tonight was no different … I was the change.
Tonight, I ordered, like usual. Paid, like usual. Got my food, as usual. Then, asked for the “extra small cup with a top” so that I can split the girls’ drink between the two of them in “official Schlotsky’s cup”.
Well… as I asked for that cup the Schlotsky’s guy said …
“one of these days, I’m going to get your whole order memorized.”
😆 Go figure.