Yeah, no kidding
by CarolineThere are three Captain Nemo’s locations (check out their URL, it is . . . comprehensive) in Chicagoland, one of which is close enough that two coworkers and I went there to pick up lunch today.
Right after us, a harried woman with a toddler in a stroller came in and immediately began to talk.
“Have you been here before? Is it any good?” she asked, right in front of the, you know, staff members behind the counter. “Oh, the soup sample is good, it’s too hot though, and I was already warm anyway, it’s a little too much. Can I get my sub toasted? Can we take a sticker? It’s probably fine, you certainly have plenty. Do you have drinks here? Are there lids? This is to go, do you have bags? Can I get a bigger bag? Can we buy this extra cup since my son chewed on it? Where are the straws? Oh, the man said ‘hola,’ that means ‘hello’ in Spanish! We don’t speak Spanish. Can we set our stuff on this booth for a minute?”
She then prompted the little boy to say thank you. When he didn’t, she explained: “He doesn’t talk much.”
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