I am terrible at guessing people's ages. I had these customers today who were, on the generous side, middle late thirties, but could have been fifty because, as I said, I think I am bad with ages. Guessing ages would be so much easier if people didn't have habits that effect the aging process, like smoking.
The couple was pretty cute and put together with stylish clothes and a rockabilly undertone. But the magic was broken when the woman in this couple spoke. She had the gravely smoker's voice and a persistant phlegmy cough.
I don't know exactly why, but the smoker symptoms totally depressed me and made me glad that I don't smoke. DON'T SMOKE! IT'S NOT WORTH IT!!
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
lunch
Part of working with the public involves telling them where to eat. Tourists or people who don't get out much ask for recommendations, which is perfectly natural, but causes me stress. I have been in their position and I know what they expect. They want to know some little secret.
I remember once being somewhere and hungry and the area seemed so lively and full of potential. It felt like there had to be some yummy, reasonably priced little restaurant with a friendly staff and fresh, real food where all the cool locals ate. We went into a cute little boutique shop and asked the young, hip staff where we should eat. The clerk's bored response, backed by her dead eyes, was "I just always go to Subway." Back out on the street, we bravely asked a stranger. "Subway. Quiznos."
Telling people where to eat stresses me out because if they don't like it, I fear they will judge me and somehow hold me accountable for their experience. It's a ridiculous fear, but it motivates me. I usually have a couple answers on hand. First, there is the restaurant that I always recommend because the food is consistently good and I know the owners. If they press me for more ideas and are annoying, I recommend the wildly popular restaurant with the mediocre food. If they ask for me ideas and are not too annoying, I recommend a restaurant that I really like, but only if I know I won't be going there myself anytime within their possible visit.
I remember once being somewhere and hungry and the area seemed so lively and full of potential. It felt like there had to be some yummy, reasonably priced little restaurant with a friendly staff and fresh, real food where all the cool locals ate. We went into a cute little boutique shop and asked the young, hip staff where we should eat. The clerk's bored response, backed by her dead eyes, was "I just always go to Subway." Back out on the street, we bravely asked a stranger. "Subway. Quiznos."
Telling people where to eat stresses me out because if they don't like it, I fear they will judge me and somehow hold me accountable for their experience. It's a ridiculous fear, but it motivates me. I usually have a couple answers on hand. First, there is the restaurant that I always recommend because the food is consistently good and I know the owners. If they press me for more ideas and are annoying, I recommend the wildly popular restaurant with the mediocre food. If they ask for me ideas and are not too annoying, I recommend a restaurant that I really like, but only if I know I won't be going there myself anytime within their possible visit.
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