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Thursday, April 19, 2012

Breakfast giggles

Shortly after my boyfriend and I started dating we developed a 'tradition'. We would go out on Friday night, get relatively drunk, sleep in on Saturday morning and then go to Wimpy for a late breakfast. Their R19.90 Streaky Bacon breakfast special is amazingly good value for money. We'd order exactly the same breakfast (Streaky bacon, soft eggs, brown toast). I'd get a pot of Five Roses tea and he would have coffee. Nowadays my Saturday doesn't feel complete without a Wimpy breakfast (usually eaten at around lunchtime :P). In all the times that we've been there, we've had some interesting run-ins with the waitresses. I now present three...unusual...moments that made our Wimpy breakfasts that much more entertaining. :D

Scenario 1
Dave: "I'll have a coffee, thanks."
Waitress: "A Wimpy coffee?"
Dave: "...yes...?"
(Waitress walks away)
Dave: (bewildered) "What other kind of coffee would you get at Wimpy??"

Scenario 2
(Waitress clears away my tea cup, the remaining sugar and the milk jug)
Waitress: "Can I take this?" (points to the teapot)
Me: "Sure..." (thinking: What does she think I'm going to do with the teapot if she's already taken my cup? Drink it out the spout?).

Scenario 3
Waitress: "Do you want anything else or can I bring the bill? Because I'm going to go and have my tea now."

And for the record, these were three different waitresses on three different Saturday mornings. Usually an experience like this would cause me to assume that Wimpy waitresses were just a little strange. But last night we stopped at KFC so that Dave could get supper. As we approached the door a cashier darted from behind the counter, practically sprinted across the restaurant and slammed the door shut, locking it in our faces. We stared at each other, confused, and then burst out laughing. Apparently KFC closes at 21:30 and hey, it was 21:30 on the dot. So in short, we have now established that the majority of people working in fast food restaurants are very, very, very odd.

Also, Dave reckons he's going to ask for a Steers coffee next time we go to Wimpy. I look forward to seeing the look on the waitress's face. :P

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