lunchtime at the san francisco soup company:

sista behind the counter: (rapid fire, no nonsense) next customer!!
customer: (intimidated) i'd like a large chicken noodle, please.
sista: large chicken noodle. next customer!!
customer 2: a quart of minestrone.
sista: quart of minestrone. next customer!!
customer 3: a regular corn & sausage chowder.
sista: one chowder!! (to me, sweetly, smiling) hey, how you doin today? what would you like?
me: a large west african peanut stew.
sista: would you like some rice with that?
me: yes, please!
sista: okay, you have a good day!
me: thank you; you too!
sista: (smile fades, back to business) next customer!!

sometimes it pays to be the fly in the buttermilk...