I go to Carlucci's for lunch about once a month, and it's quite a nice experience. Yummy sandwich, unusual drink, and a delicious treat to make everything perfect. The people that work there tend to be unique and funky, which adds to the fun vibe.
But the dude who took my order today went beyond unique and funky into the realm of possible serial killer. He had big black glasses through which he stared unblinking at me with that Ted Bundy/Charles Manson look women love and cherish so well.
It was a little unnerving, and I had to give him my name so they could call me when my order was ready. I wasn't quick enough to think to give him a false name. When I was at the register he passed by a few times, taking orders to people, and each time he would stare at me creepily again.
And then he messed up my order! I ordered a chicken salad, and he brought a chicken salad sandwich. I guess I should have asked for a chicken salad salad.
Fortunately he brought the food and left, and I told the guy working the register about it, and he corrected the order. If Bundy Manson had been the only one there, I just would have taken the sandwich and left, so my head would still be attached to my body while I ate my lunch.
Okay, okay, I'm sure he's not actually a serial killer, and is probably a perfectly nice young man, but it kind of freaked me out.
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heeheeheeee.....ooooh man trish! you crack me up!! haha i only wish i could have been there! I can totally see it in my head right now....heeheehee....i can totally see your face!!!! ....just calmly looking back at him like...."uuuuh...ya?" hahahahahaha roo funny! love carlucci's though! especially that salad with the kalamatas and feta and pepperocinnis mmmmmmmmmm-
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