Imagine this. You step up to the counter to place your order. After ogling the menu for several hours, playing the multiple options and combinations in your head you turn your attention to the person behind the counter.
You noticed that there were no prices next to the items on the menu but the place is packed and you are very ready to order. "I'm ready to order" you tell them. "Okay sir, what will it be?" They reply. That's when you do it up. I'll have the number three, take away the original sauce, add this instead, I want it medium to well with all the trimmings.
They punch all that into the register and look back at you with an honest grin. "One Heart Please!" That's right you pay up front. You pull it out, slap it up on the counter and they take it into their possession. "Right this way sir!" They lift the counter bar and bring you into the kitchen. You walk right in and are immediately caught off guard. Everyone who was in line before you was back there in the kitchen slaving over their own orders.
The clerk brings you to your station and tells you "Everything you need to prepare your order will come out here." And before you can prepare yourself here it comes; at a high rate of speed. Pieces are slapping you in the face, they're falling to the floor, they're landing in other customer's stations. So you roll up your sleeves and get to work. Hey, I paid for this! You bust your butt for several months trying to get everything in order. If you had known how much time went into putting it together you would have order something a lot simpler ... like a toss salad.
The days pass by like minutes and weeks like days. You find yourself nearing completion when all of a sudden your order just gets up and leaves your station. That's it, it just stands up and walks away. You struggle to stop it, but have no more energy left. It gets away. Just then you hear the clerk up front tell another customer. "One Heart Please!"
You're standing at your station still ready to "dig in" and you have no order. You look up at the sign hanging over the entry that reads "No Refunds!!" Tell me ... would you want to eat there again?
You're standing at your station still ready to "dig in" and you have no order. You look up at the sign hanging over the entry that reads "No Refunds!!" Tell me ... would you want to eat there again?
Maybe I'll get over it, but for now love has left a bitter taste in my mouth.
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