Mother's Day
We went by Marie's doughnuts this morning. What better way to celebrate your mother than with a gift of fried dough?
Julie was unaware of the doughnut ordering protocol. At any doughnut shop, in any country, the procedure is the same. One must never approach the ordering window until your order is clear in your mind. You may browse the display window and talk with friends about your preferences, but once you come to the ordering window you are only allowed to order. There are only two proper ways to order. You may point at the doughnut(s) you wish to order, once indicating the type of doughnut you desire, then a second time to indicate the amount. If you are fluent in doughnut speak, you may also tell the clerk the type of doughnut(s) you would like. The second method is slow, and while allowed, it is frowned on by those in the know.
Since Julie has a difficult time with any ordering process, it is not shocking that with the pressure of ordering at Marie's, she crumbled. She approached the window with two doughnuts in mind. Instead of asking for those two doughnuts, she gestured at different doughnuts wondering out loud about how they might taste. "That one's pretty" "Hmmmm, what about that?" "Look at the icing!" With each point of her finger, the clerk bagged a doughnut. I had to step in when the 7th doughnut was "ordered". Julie was shocked at our $3.00 bill. After all, in her mind she was still thinking about which would taste best.
Rookie mistake.
