At lunch today I hit up the local El Pollo Loco near my work. Fantastic Burrito and fries, yeah fries. But I do have to say that I hate when a company has the policy of getting your name when you order, a la Starbucks et al. With the fantastic name of Guy I know you would think everyone gets it right everytime. It’s as common as say Michael or maybe more like a Bartholomew. In my 26 years on this planet I have had no more than 10 occurrences of people getting it right. They always nod, smile and type in whatever it is that they heard. They could just be using a number system which is automated and would take less time. Don’t bother for my name holler at me with a number I don’t really need that fake corporate reaching out like it’s a mom and pop joint.
I’ve had some great names pulled out of the hat for me before. I went to an all boys Catholic high school so there’s nothing I haven’t heard with this fabolous, quasi porn starry, name of mine. I think my favorite from high school was Gay Schlong. It just works. Today, as you can see on the receipt, I was Gail. I mean it’s a mans name, right?! Yesterday I was at the same exact El Pollo Loco and my name was Gay. I mean learn your clientele at least if you gonna get it wrong. No Love lost though, food is on point.
