Yes, I know, I don't normally write drabbles, but I couldn't concentrate on a plot yesterday, yet I still wanted to write something. So, here it is, my first drabble. This is likely what Ed would have to go through if he were a cashier at a buffet restaurant. (Yeah, I was once a cashier at a buffet restaurant, in case you were wondering. Heh.) Hope you enjoy! Hehe
Disclaimer: I don't own FullMetal Alchemist. Sorry, I just don't. I may be obsessed with it, but no matter how much I obsess over the series, I just don't own it. If obsessing with something got it for you, can you imagine how many owners FMA would have by now?Hehehe
Edward stood in front of the cash register, and waited. The lunch hour was about to hit, and he knew that any minute now, the place would be overrun by customers. He took a deep breath, and prepared for the busiest time of the day.
Soon, and old man walked in the door and made his way up to the cash register. "I'll have the usual," he said. Edward stared at the man in dead silence for several seconds. Who the heck was he, anyway?
"I'm sorry, sir, I don't recognize you," said Edward.
"You don't? I come here every day!" the man said, slightly offended.
"Well," Edward shrugged, "I see hundreds of faces each day, so it's hard to keep track. What would you like?"
"Well, what have you got to eat?" said the man. Another blank stare from Edward.
"Sir, this is a buffet restaurant. All we have is the buffet."
"But you asked me what I wanted."
"Uh, yeah, that's because I wanted to know what you wanted to drink."
"Oh," said the customer, 'Yeah, I want a drink." Edward sighed and shook his head.
"Yeah, okay, but what do you WANT to drink?"
"Oh…well, what do you have?" Edward sighed again. Did this man honestly come every day?
"Our drinks are listed up there," said Edward, pointing at a menu above his head which was easy to see, but that hardly anyone ever looked at. Heck, if he ran off the list of drinks to every single customer, he'd lose his voice.
"Ummm…" said the customer slowly, meanwhile a line was forming behind him, "I'll have a Coke."
"We have Pepsi, is that okay?" asked Edward.
"I want Coke."
"We don't have Coke," said Edward, "All we have is Pepsi." The customer looked back up at the menu.
"Do you have anything orange?" asked the customer, like the fact that it wasn't on the menu didn't give him a clue.
"No, we don't have anything orange," said Edward, as patiently as possible, "We have lemonade and we have Hawaiian Punch."
"Does that punch taste good?" asked the man.
"Some people like it," answered Edward.
"Do you like it?" asked the customer.
"I prefer lemonade, personally," answered Edward.
"Okay, I'll have that then," said the man.
"Okay, great, so one lemonade and one meal. That brings your total to $8.12."
"That seems kind of high," said the customer. Edward double-checked the figures.
"No, it looks right to me," he said.
"Did I get my senior discount?" asked the man.
Edward sighed. "I'm not allowed to give discounts unless you say you're a senior."
"Well, I'm saying it."
"Let me go and get a manger to fix it then." Edward went to try and find one of the managers. The senior discount was only a difference of fifty cents, so it was ridiculous that customers were always making such a big fuss about it. It was even more ridiculous that he couldn't fix it himself, and had to call a manager.
Edward finally managed to find a manager and bring them over to fix the problem. She put a key into the register, punched in a few numbers, and then said, "There you go, Edward."
Edward stepped back in front of the cash register and took the customer's money, counted out his change, and handed it back to the customer. "Are you sure you gave me the right amount?" asked the man.
Edward pointed to the number on the screen denoting the amount of change he was to get back, then took the change back out of the customer's hand, and counted it back to him again, out loud.
"Okay, I guess you got it right," said the customer.
Edward tore off the customer's receipt and handed it to him. "Place this ticket on your table, and your server will bring you your drink." He paused for a moment, and then added, "Enjoy your meal."
"You too," said the customer. That would have been funny if he didn't hear that all the time.
The man finally left, and a woman and a child stepped up. "Phew!" said Edward out loud while wiping his brow. The woman and child chuckled.
"He sure gave you a hard time, didn't he?" asked the woman.
"Oh, I get customers like that all the time," chuckled Edward.
"Well, you handled it really well," said the woman.
"Thanks," said Edward, clearing out the last transaction on the cash register. He sighed. One down, only three hundred left to go.
Heh, yeah, another typical day as a buffet restaurant cashier. Ed handled it pretty well, didn't he? Yes, I know, he probably actually would've blown up long before then, but this is more or less how I usually handled it, so I just wrote it that way. Heh. Yes, I'm patient to a fault!
So, should I add more drabbles onto this one, or should I just mark it asa oneshot? Let me know in your reviews!