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If Layla said ‘Perfect’ once, she said it two dozen times while Brett was ordering food for his family at the fast food hamburger restaurant.
“I need to get a number one with a sweet ice tea,” Brett said.
“Perfect,” said Layla. “What else?”
“Uh, let me go with a Kid’s Meal with the chicken fingers, chocolate milk, and apples as a dessert. And a Kid’s Meal with hamburger, white milk, and oranges.”
“Ahh, Dad,” the smallest of Brett’s brood said, knowing what one of those two Kid’s Meals just ordered was for him.
Layla said, “Perfect,” and entered the order into her machine. “Anything else?”
“Oh, lots more.”
“Perfect. Order when you’re ready.”
“So, how about a double cheeseburger with bacon, ketchup, mustard, and onions?” Brett said. “No tomatoes. No fries, but a small drink.”
“Mmm hmm. Perfect.”
“And I’ll have a large side of potato salad and cole slaw.”
“Perfect. Is that everything?”
Brett looked at his family to make sure he didn’t leave anyone out.
“Oops. One more. Number 4 for the Missus.”
“Perfect,” said Layla. “All the way, which is onions, lettuce, ketchup, mustard, mayo, and pickle?”
“All except for onions. Uh, no cheese either.”
“Perfect. Will that complete your order, sir?”
“Oh, and let’s throw in an ice cream cone for all those orders.”
“Got it. Perfect. Will that be all?”
“I hope so,” Brett said.
“Perfect. Then your total comes to $38.92.”
Brett held out his credit card for Layla to swipe.
She grabbed it and said, “Perfect.”
After swiping the card, Layla handed the receipt and the card to Brett.
“Perfect,” Brett said, putting the card back into his wallet.
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