You are?

On a recent summer roadtrip, we stopped at a national fastfood chain for lunch.  Placing our simple order, I waited for a “Thanks.  Is there anything else?”  Instead I got a dramatic eyeroll from the teen cashier, followed by “You are?” I was so taken aback I replied, “I’m what?” This was followed by an even more outrageous eyeroll, a disgusted huff and “What’s your name?” “Why do you want my name?” I asked. “It’s for you order,” she answered back in a tone that left no doubt she thought I… Read more You are? →