I had left Chad a note on his coffee cup last week.

“Dear Chad. Learn how to order”

Sad.

Today he came in and I took his order.

“Chad whats going on?” I asked trying not to giggle.

He grunted.

I punched in his order.

“Oh! You told me to learn how to order! You cant even take an order!” he crowed.

I had added his order to another.

I burst out laughing. “My till is not working! Give me a break!”

Its how I do!

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