Thursday, October 06, 2005

Appetite Killer

Today I ran into a deli to grab a quick sandwich in between appointments. It turned out to be not-so-quick, because there was only one cash register and one guy was training another guy how to use it. And boy was his training thorough. I was waiting for him to dismantle the entire cash register to show him the inner workings, that's how explainy he was to his trainee.

Still, I am patient when it comes to this sort of thing (which is odd, since waiting in lines is one of my least favorite things to do), because as I see it everyone has a "first day" and needs to start somewhere. So, I waited patiently in line.

When it was finally my turn, I took my time placing my order so as to not confuse the trainee. Still, it took forever due to Mr. Trainer insisting on explaining about fifty billion buttons on the machine, when really all he needed to do was hit 'turkey sandwich'.

As the trainee finished ringing me up, Mr. Trainer looked at me and said, "What do you say, Ma'am...thirty or forty more times and he'll be a PRO at this, right?"

"Sure! It'll eventually be as easy as pie."

Mr. Trainer slammed his hand down on the counter. "That's right! He won't even have to think about it!"

I nodded, "'ll just come natural!"

Mr. Trainer's eyes lit up. "YES! Just like...going to the bathroom!"



Trainee and I shared a similar "he didn't just say that" look.

"Or something!" I said quickly, before wishing the trainee luck and standing way far away to wait for my sandwich.