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When I arrived, I asked the cashier—a young, skinny guy probably in his late teens or early twenties—for a corn muffin. He quickly packaged a muffin and rang me up without saying a word. Great, or so I thought! My boyfriend also ordered a sausage, egg, and cheese on a croissant.
After I paid, the cashier handed me a paper bag. I took a peek inside and was surprised to find a carrot cake muffin instead of a corn muffin. "Excuse me? This looks like a carrot cake muffin, not a corn muffin," I said. He casually responded, "Oh, we’ve never sold corn muffins. I just assumed you wanted a carrot cake muffin."
I couldn't believe it. It would have taken him just a moment to clarify and say, "We don’...