I’ve told Isla a lot of white lies in her young life but the one that feels most like a betrayal is telling her if she’s too full for her meal, she’s too full for a treat.
cashier: can I take ur order
me: *gives order* thank u
c: ur total is X
me: thank u
c: pls pull forward
me: thanks
c: here’s ur card back
me: thanks
c: here is one drink
me: thank u
c: here is the other drink
me: thank u
c: food
me: thanks
c: have a good day
me: u too thanks