My friend Kelly was sitting at the bar before her shift one day last week, eating her salad. The restaurant was empty, except for a couple of servers and the kitchen staff. She was pretending to pay attention to the sports ticker on the silent t.v. screen staring back at her when she suddenly got a text message from a number she didn’t recognize that said, “How’s your salad?”
She put down her fork and looked around. Odd, she thought, “Who knows I’m having a salad?” Coordinating her investigative team from the wait staff, it was soon detected by Ali that the perpetrator’s number was on the employee phone list. Alas, it was Rueben in the kitchen, who just wanted to know how her salad was. If only I could communicate with my customers through text messaging.
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