A brief dialog between myself and the girl taking my order at one of Chicos finer downtown bars and eatteries. God, this girl was dense.

Me: Hi, I'd like to place an order for pick-up.

Burger Girl: We dont serve lunch until 11.

Checks clock, it's 10:59

Me: Oookay....

BG: Want to hold until 11?

Did she seriously just ask me that?

Me: I suppose.

BG: *cheerfully* Okay! *click*

Exactly 1 nanosecond passes and the clock on my phone strikes 11. Her's obviously did too.

BG: Hi! It's 11 now, I can take your order.

I just realized I'm dealing with a real intellectual here

Me: Alrighty. I'd like a Double Greaseball Burger and curly fri....

BG: Is that all?

Me: No. I'd also like a Single Lardo Melt, with Swis...

BG: Is that all?

Me: Seriously? No. Can I have curly fries with the Lardo?

BG: Is that all?

Me: God I hope so.

BG: What did you just say your name was?

Me: I didn't. Van Driver will be picking it up.

BG: Oh, it was his name you just said?

Me: Don't get out much do you.

BG: Yes, it is cold outside. Is this for here or to go.

Keep in mind I just phoned this order in and mentioned someone picking it up.

Me: To go. Please.

BG: When do you want to pick it up?

This is a question I've never been asked. Usually you're at the mercy of the person making your food. So I took famliar position to the unknown and unusal and combated it with sarcasam

Me: How's next week working for ya Sugar Pop?

Oblivious

BG: Wow, okay. What day next week?

Me: On second thought lets change that to 15 minutes from now.

BG: Okay! I don't think they want us keeping food under the heat lamps that long anyway.

Me: Please tell me you're a Chico State student.

BG: Yeah, how did you guess? Political Science major!

Me: Perfect, you'll fit right in.