Could I ask you a few questions about the service you received today?
What service?
Well, I made you that sandwich.
Not a service, really.
Food service, all right?
It was already made, though, you just pulled it out of the fridge.
Listen, shut your mouth, and take the survey. Two minutes, OK?
Well, I--
What, got someplace to be? You fat-faced little goblin, just answer the damn questions as they come to you.
I guess--
Question one. On a scale from one to ten, one being "awful" ten being "the best," how would you describe the service you received?
Handing me the sandwich you mean?
...
Oh. Uh, yes. I guess--seven. Yeah, seven.
OK, seven. Was that so hard?
So can I--
On a scale from one to ten, one being "awful" ten being "the best," how would you describe the speed with which you received the aforementioned seven-point service.
Two.
Two?
Well, I still haven't eaten it, so I would say much slower than I expected.
What, you got someplace to be, hotshot?
Not really.
Didn't think so. You here with a girlfriend?
No.
Group of friends? Family?
I came here with my co-workers.
And they probably came because they had to.
Something like that.
So I guess, since you have nobody here who's waiting for you or anything like that, speedy service is not one of your foremost concerns.
Well, I have to catch the bus back in--forty-five minutes.
They'd probably leave without you otherwise, huh.
Maybe.
Because you're the kind of person who gets forgotten a lot, right? Left behind?
I guess.
Thought so.
You did.
Last question. Would you recommend this establishment to a friend?
If I had a friend, no, I would not.
Excellent, thank you.
Monday, September 10, 2007
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