At Popeye's last night (hey, don't judge - we're closer to Louisiana here!), I stepped up to the counter to place my order. Confidently, I ordered a #7. Here's how the rest of the conversation went.
Cashier: Yawanna drank?
Me: Yes, I want to get the combo.
Cashier: Spasseyrmalld?
Me: <loooong pause> Mild, please.
Cashier: Wuddayawanferyersahd?
Me: Fries are fine.
Cashier: Anythinels?
Me: No, that'll do it.
I seriously had no idea what she was saying when she asked if I wanted spicy or mild chicken! Luckily, my brain switched into "Southern" mode after a few awkward seconds :)
well, good job. I would expect nothing less from someone with communication and international communication degrees! :-)
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