Combo meals are a constant source of minor rustling for me. I just want water with lunch. Anytime I go somewhere that has a combo, I have to take the extra time to wait for them to ask if I want a combo and say no. They often interrupt my order to do it. I'm used to it, but sometimes, like today, the cashier wants to try to convince me. When they do, I usually let them run the numbers because every once in a while, it's a few pennies cheaper even if I don't want the drink. But today:
Cashier: You want to make that a combo?
Me: No I don't want a drink.
C: Are you sure? Your order is $x (I forgot the actual numbers). As a combo its $x + 50 cents. Only 50 cents more, plus you get a drink. Do you wanna do that?
Me: {stares at her} About to say something along the lines of "I'm aware of the general concept of a combo, sweetheart". But she catches on first.
C: OH, I guess if you don't want a drink that doesn't make sense. OK your total is $x-1.
I didn't even wanna ask how the fuck the total was a dollar less than what she originally told me. Did that mean the combo cost an extra $1.50? I choose to believe she gave me a special discount cause she wants to suck my dick.
Cashier: You want to make that a combo?
Me: No I don't want a drink.
C: Are you sure? Your order is $x (I forgot the actual numbers). As a combo its $x + 50 cents. Only 50 cents more, plus you get a drink. Do you wanna do that?
Me: {stares at her} About to say something along the lines of "I'm aware of the general concept of a combo, sweetheart". But she catches on first.
C: OH, I guess if you don't want a drink that doesn't make sense. OK your total is $x-1.
I didn't even wanna ask how the fuck the total was a dollar less than what she originally told me. Did that mean the combo cost an extra $1.50? I choose to believe she gave me a special discount cause she wants to suck my dick.