So, the servers crashed at work today. It wasn't just any server. It was the server that allowed us to charge credit cards, which meant that for half of my shift I sat there taking orders by hand. It was nightmarish, but then something started to happen. The call center swirled around me, and I suddenly realized I was dressed in a skirt, puffy sleeves, Victorian boots and those poofy pants things girls wore under their dresses, and my headset had turned into a tin can. The tin can was attached to a string, and it ran through a hedge, and was attached to another tin can, which a customer was speaking into, telling me their order.
Then the hedge swirled. I started to wonder what had been in the chicken leg I ate for lunch. Maybe the chicken was a 'shroom addict before it got its head whapped off and its legs dipped in Barbecue sauce.
Anyway, when the technology continued to decrease, until I was dressed like a nun, dipping my feather in ink and scratching the order onto a piece of parchment. Then the parchment disappeared and turned into a rock... and I lost ALL my work!
GRRR! I should have waited for the technological digression to stop before attempting to record the order. Anyway, at that point, I had two rocks, and I attempted to bang the order into the bigger rock. The customer was grunting at me and pointing. I think it had something to do with the wooly mammoth fur I was wearing.
Then I realized.
The customer was ordering a rock.
I stopped chiseling. I gave the customer the rock. He gave me a tuna fish as payment.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when the servers crash at work. Be grateful for technology, for someday it might leave you.
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