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Dealing With Stupid People [Monday, 2nd period]

"Today, you will deal with real people, so keep your eye rolling to a minimum, please," Josh said as the students assembled in the Danger ~~Room~~ Shop ~~that he totally told them about, rly.~~ "We will be working...retail!" he said, clapping his hands together.

The Danger Shop turned into a sandwich store ~~of a chain that might be familiar to some of you, oh yes~~. "Half of you will be working behind the counter. The other half of you will be the incredibly irritating customers. Ask how long a foot-long sandwich is! Demand a sandwich with everything except most of the ingredients! Wonder why a sandwich shop doesn't serve Mexican!" Josh's grin turned positively evil. "And you customer service types--remember to smile. And, um, not to punch anyone."

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"That's great," she agreed. "I loved it when my kids came to visit after prom. I'd love a dozen of them."

"If they don't look like me, I'll have to throw them away. How else will I know they're mine?"

Now that made her annoyed. "Are you implying I'd cheat on you?"

"Well how well do I know you? You're just a girl wearing a hairnet that works in a sleazy shop. You're hot though, so hey..." He gave her a double thumbs up.

And that was the point that Isabel picked up the bottle of mayonaise and squeezed it at him.

"Hey! Hey! Ahh, maaan! Come on!" Johnny, arms akimbo, stared down at the mayo - oh, wait, he's wearing his firesuit.

Smiling at Isabel, he yelled, "Flame on!" And lit himself up, doing away with all the icky mayo.

"Won't it be something to tell our kids? 'Hey look sweeties, daddy's on fire again! Get out the wieners!"

"I believe the term when pigs fly comes into play here," Isabel laughed.

"...would that be about the weiners? Or the part where daddy's on fire?" Johnny extinguished himself and was standing there, grinning like a dork at her.

She shook her head. "I think it's the part where there's even the slightest possibility to that you might wind up being in a position to be my children's father."

"Ouch," he said, bringing a hand to cover his heart. "That's cold."

He glanced over the menu, at her, at the menu, "Just give me the spaghetti."

"I know. I'm just awful," Isabel agreed. "And sadly? There's no spaghetti. So let me explain this in words you can understand. Pick something off the menu!"

"Are you getting lipping serving girl? Cause it sounds like you're getting lippy."

"You want lippy? I'll give you lippy," she said firmly. "Yes, I am a food service worker. It is a respectable job that pays my bills while I'm putting myself through school. At some point in the not so distant future? I will graduate. And get a job that will not involve the food service industry. I will move on. Unlike yourself. Given you're inability to read a simple menu, I believe it's safe to assume you will always be an idiot."

"So there. Was that lippy enough for you?"

"Ohh, man, I think you might have just gotten fired. Where's the manager! I request to see the manager! She called me an idiot!"

Josh, wearing a t-shirt and jaunty hat over his suit (it was a look all right), wandered over. "You shrieked?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

Ahh, maaan! Johnny didn't count on the professor playing in this scenerio.

"She called me an idiot." He replied, pointing at the serving girl. "Not very customer service-y like."

Josh shoved his hands into his pockets and popped the gum he was chewing.

"No, it isn't," he agreed, checking his watch. "I have a minute and a half before I go on break. Tell me what happened."

Josh might have been enjoying this role a little too much.

"He's incapable of reading a menu," Isabel said, trying hard not to laugh at either of them. "He was taking my time away from customers that actually had a clue."

"Puhleeze," he said to service girl the looked back at Professor Lyman, explaining. "First I ordered a six inch meatball sub and a bag of chips. She tells me there is no meatballs. Fine. I go with a turkey sub and again, no turkey. Then, out of the blue, she asks me to take her out of here, make a break for it. Marry her and have kids and everything! Then, because I refuse and just want any kind of sandwich she can make me, she threatens me and calls me an idiot."

Josh blinked slowly, eyes twinkling at Johnny. "Uh-huh. Isabel?"

"First there was a request for a burger and fries. Then it was for a slice of pizza. With pepperoni," Isabel listed on her fingers. "I can't remember if the cotton candy was before or after the beer. I offered him a turkey sub and a cold drink, but he was more interested in making a bad pass at me."

He gave Professor Lyman a look and circled his temple with his finger, "Clearly her infatuation with me has affected her brain. Beer? Come on, I'm only 16!"

Josh checked his watch again and made a "wrap it up" signal. "Clearly we've had some miscommunication," he said. "Isabel, get this," --nice words, Josh, nice words--"valuable customer a turkey sandwich and a smile and he'll be moving right along."

He beamed at both of them. "I'm on break! Bye!"

Isabel made the sandwich and was very proud of herself for pushing it across the counter to Johnny. And not throwing it.

"I didn't want that kind of bread," he pouted. Then, "Fine! Maan!" He swiped the sandwich off the counter and left. Without paying for it. That's right. He deserved this sanwich.

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