How To Make Language Patterns Work FOR YOU!!!

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A few weeks ago I went to a restaurant on lunch / dinner break at work, and some

other people wanted to order too.

 

I got there, and the place was PACKED with about a 90 minute line. So I got out

of line and called from my phone to order for carry out.

 

I had TWO orders that I needed to have rung up separately -- one for my group

and one for the people next to me in Technical Assistance.

 

The air-headed bitch who answered the phone told me that I absolutely could NOT

have two orders rung up separately because she was too busy to doo that, and

when I asked her if she'd rather lose a large order, she said, " That's our store

policy! We're busy! I can't ring those up separately. "

 

What she really meant was that she's an incompetent moron.

 

So I made one order.

 

Then I hung up and called back and made the second order.

 

I was so pissed I wanted to strangle that bitch. Or at least install malignant

tumors and STD's all through her future timeline.

 

The more I thought about how rude and snotty she was, the more pissed I got.

 

So I got back in line and waited to order from the main line.

 

Never did pick up my call-in orders. They were rude and pissed me off, so fuck

'em. The only reason I didn't leave is because I had everybody's money and had

already been gone for several minutes from work.

 

So I haven't been there for weeks now, even though I was going there 1-2 times a

week. They've lost about $80 bucks from me. And several more from co-workers

who WOULD have ordered if I had gone there.

 

Well we couldn't figure out what to order tonight for dinner, and my tongue was

hanging out for some of that good food -- the place has won awards for their

food.

 

They really do have a dumb set up. You walk in, tell the person what you want,

and they yell it down to the end of the counter, where the person on the

register has to ask them to repeat the order 2 or 3 times, sometimes more if

it's a large order.

 

One word sums it up: " GOATFUCK! "

 

A case of someone with awesome food and recipes and lousy business " sense " .

 

So as soon as the people I work with found out where I was going, they wanted to

order too. And, of course, no one had exact change (which would have screwed

me, anyways, because they wouldn't have dished out enough cash to cover the tax.

Plus, it's about a 20 minute drive each way for me. Now you know the REAL

reason I went there. LOL).

 

So I have MULTIPLE orders for a place that absolutely positively does not ring

up separate orders because that's their policy. (I really should have gotten

that damn bitch fired... I hope she never gets married -- the poor guy will

learn after a couple of months that no chick is worth that much bitchiness no

matter how " good " she looks. She better have a damn personality by the time she

gets to be old and wrinkled.)

 

So I wonder to myself what the hell I'm going to do. All these people gave me

their cash, and I have to bring them change. And I'm sure as hell NOT going to

pay for it all in one large order and then round off the change and lose money

out of my own pocket, especially when I paid $2 bucks a gallon for gas to drive

there and back.

 

The more I remembered the last time I tried running language patterns on that

chick to get her to ring up just TWO orders, the more frustrated I got.

 

" I'm pissed off. I don't want to be pissed off. I'm going to get food. This

should be fun. I want to be relaxed and have fun instead. "

 

Then I remembered the radiant circuits and " gifting " drills that Doc taught us.

 

So I walked in, and the manager (owner?) is one of the people there at the

front counter.

 

I smile, they ask how I am, I smile and say fine, how are you?

 

They ask what they can get for me.

 

" Well, I need your help. I'm not sure what's the best way to do this. I told

everyone at work where I was going for dinner, and, they all went (I used

appropriate tonality) " OH GOD! I LOVE THAT PLACE!!!! You got to get me

something too! " Man, EVERYBODY loves your food, and I got FOUR separate

orders, so what's the best way to do this?

 

" Should I just get in line four times and order one each time (with tonality

that suggests that it really is a dumb idea)? Or should I just tell you the

entire order and HAVE THEM RING IT UP SEPARATE at the register... "

 

The guy said, " yeah, we can have them just print a receipt with the items on it

so they know how much to pay you when you get back. "

 

Apparently he was so stuck in his way of thinking that he didn't catch the false

choice the FIRST time, so I hold up all the money with " POST IT " notes with the

orders attached do the money, and fan it out and go, " Yeah, cuz they already

gave me money, and I have to GIVE THEM CHANGE. "

 

Dude, you think that blonde chick at the Sizzlin' there in Medford gets

frustrated? The " chick " at the register at this place was so frustrated you

could see the steam coming out of her ears. LOL

 

But the manager TOLD them to write the orders on the bags and ring them up

separately! They wrote EACH separate order on the different bags, and she rang

them all up separately, and she gave me receipts for each separate order.

 

And the guys behind the counter were the nicest they have EVER been there! They

piled up a bunch of napkins and plastic utensils and even put it all in a big

box for me so it would be easier to carry and wouldn't spill out the sides of

the containers.

 

Even I was amazed at how NICE those people were. And I told the chick at the

register (not the bitch I talked to a few weeks ago) how awesome she was for

ringing all those up separately for me (well, shit, it is more like her damn

job, but it was a big deal for her, aparently... it would be MUCH easier if

they had a better system than yelling the order down to the register.), and even

she started to relax a little. Everyone else was incredibly friendly.

 

Did mention how AMAZED I was? And I left there feeling GOOD about them,

especially compared to the last time I was there. I left with blessings for

them, and they had good feelings for me.

 

And as I got in my truck and drove away feeling REAL GOOD instead of " stressed

out and pissed off, " I turned my eyes up 20 degrees and I said out loud,

" Thanks, DOC! You're the greatest! I sure do appreciate you! You made my

day! "

 

Jim