An Annoying Costumer

Yesterday around four or five pm I finished my coffee and headed towards the local Carls Jr. I walked in and noticed a semi-long line and thought, " I'll just wait, no problem". Of course, the wait did lead to my mind wondering off, staring at the menu, workers that seemed to hate their job, and ended with me reading cardboard advertisements. While reading the Knots Scary farm ad I saw a rectangular doted shape with text that read, "Place coupons here". From what is written on the cardboard I thought to myself, I guess the coupons are all out since there are none to display.

"Hi may I help you?", asked the manager on the register. I then walked up to him and loudly said, "Place coupon here!" He stared at me confused, I backed away recollecting my thoughts, looked up, and realized nobody was there. "I must of scared him off or maybe he thinks I told him to get me a coupon", I whispered to my self. Less than a second later he comes back, "You ready to order now?". Swiftly, in order to finish without anymore hesitation or screwup I ordered a Big Burger and a cup of water. He types it into the computer. "No cheese!", I quickly added. He slowly lifts his head to eye contact, "you want cheese on it?".  At that moment the feeling of being awkward in this encounter heightened. I was stupid, drugged up, dependent, naive, and possible mentally ill to the manager. "Well?", he asked growing impatient. "No, no cheese please", I answered. I gave him the dollar and forty cents, the exact price. He gave me a number and told me in a very suspicious way, "your number is 56, ok, don't forget it so that I can give you your food", "ok, don't worry I won't forget" I answered with much unachieved confidence.

$1.40

I stepped back to heal the wounds of my scarred self-esteem with a some nice cold water. I watched as family after family collected their edible rewards and their kids observing their parent's social interactions. "54? 55? 56? 56? 56?", the numbers go by and I just stand waiting for my turn to enjoy my meal. "56? 56? 57?", they continued till they reached my lucky number 57, the number I earned, the number I remembered, the number I will be known for, "I'm number 57!", I said with a huge and pleasant smile. "No you're 56!", the manager says in an impatient voice.

The worst part of the story was that I was 100% sober. :(