Monday, February 1, 2010

Don't Judge a Book...

I went to Thunder Cloud Subs for lunch today. When I walked up to the counter to place my order, a hipster-looking guy with skinny jeans, Converse sneakers and semi-tousled hair stepped up to help me. I told him what I wanted--turkey w/ cheese, lettuce and tomatoes--and when I went to tell him what kind of cheese, he said "provolone, right?" I said, "um, no actually American, please." He stopped, looked at me and said "Wow. That was not what I was expecting at all." Huh? I asked him why he thought that and he just repeated, "not what I was expecting," with a sort of half smile. Then, when he asked me if I wanted chips, I said yes and he asked what kind. "JalapeƱo," I replied. Again, he said, "not at all what I was expecting" and sort of chuckled and walked off to get my chips.

I'm not sure what the heck that was all about. Granted, I was wearing work clothes (black pants, sweater, heals, etc.), so maybe he thought provolone cheese and plain Baked Lays better matched my outfit? Either way, I ended up tipping the guy because I thought that's what he would expect me NOT to do. Wait...did I just get suckered?

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