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The Colonel

“I’ll have ten hot wings and an order of potato wedges.”

“Large or small?”

“Small.”

“Hot sauce with the hot wings?”

“Yes please.”

“That’ll be $7.77.”

“Ok.”

“Your name?”

“Adam.”

And then I looked around… there was nobody else in the store. No other customers. And the woman taking my order was the one who was going to be giving it to me.

I immediately thought, “that was a needless data transfer.”

What possible use could she have with my first name?

It’s clear they know too much now.

(I should’ve said Darryl.)

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