I love, love, LOVE Fuddrucker's Hamburgers! Sucker that I can be for routine I went there at least once a week for quite a while. My plan of condiment and topping attack streamlined from the first time I ate there, where I practically had to unhinge my jaw like a python to eat my overstuffed burger.
One other tradition that developed from my many visits were all the different ways my name was misspelled on my order receipt. This was what would happen: After the order they ask," What's your name?"
I'd say, "Pete", of course.
Be it the ambient noise or a good old fashioned misunderstanding, it would often be spelled:
PET
REET
MEET
KEITH
STEVE
PEET
DAVE(by this one smart assed cashier that thought I looked like comedian Dave Attel)
Steve and Keith are one thing, but wouldn't you assume a name to be one you had actually heard of before? But, who knows? Maybe they had an Uncle Reet.
It added a bit of embarrassment when I'd pick up my order and the person goes,"Are you Meet?"
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I never complained about it, I would just thank the cashier for the rare times it got spelled right, to which they ask,"How else would you spell it?"
Well......
2 comments:
I hope you don't go to the one in Chinatown---horrible, horrible service by bad-ass BéBé's Kids who don't care. They jacked my name up too---I gave them my nickname which is one syllable, yet they still couldn't get it.
The one close to Dupont Circle is pretty cool. The girl working the time I went was very nice.
My name's too tricky, so I use my old roommate's name in those situations, but it's amazing how many people can't spell Erin.
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