Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Food Business in America

While walking towards a Midtown Indian takeout (Kati Roll), the CC tried to pre-order using his cellphone:

CC: I'd like ...
Her: Sir, we'd need your number. Please may we have it.

(The CC tried to give his number. She's clueless.)

Her: ...
CC: I'll be there in less than 5 minutes. You won't lose any money.
Her: ...
CC: Just take down the damned order. I'm walking there.

(She takes the order.)

When the CC gets there, he watches the boss berate her for not understanding "anything".


Transforming the Indians into capitalists. One storefront at a time; it's your own friendly neighborhood CrazyChef.


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