This afternoon, I stopped at a theater box office to buy tickets for a show Mrs Acilius and I want to attend later this month. I overheard a snippet of conversation between the box office clerk and the customer ahead of me. I didn’t hear the part leading up to it, so I don’t know what information the clerk was trying to find:
CLERK: Have you bought tickets here before?
CUSTOMER: Yes.
(CLERK types on computer, looks puzzled): Could it be under your spouse’s name?
(CUSTOMER thinks long and hard, then answers in a doubtful tone): I’m not sure… probably not.
CLERK: Do you have a spouse?
CUSTOMER: No.
From the box office, I went to Subway to eat lunch. While I was eating, I overheard another brief cross-counter conversation:
(CUSTOMERS enter.)
SANDWICH ARTIST,* smiling brightly: Welcome to Subway!
CUSTOMER: Hi. You seem happy.
SANDWICH ARTIST, smiling just as brightly as before: It’s fake!
*Hey, that’s their official title.
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