"22, 22, is there a 22?" I yell out the numbers.
"BINGO!" said the overjoyed customer.
I groan under my breath. I hate when they yell bingo. It seems that they have dementia and forgot we're at a bakery, not a bingo hall. I guess I should just be happy they got a number out of the machine instead of some of the customers that think they are entitled to service before everyone else, and they just come up to the counter demanding that we help them. It says, "Please take a number for service," on all of the doors. Follow directions.
I never understood why they yell bingo when I call their number. Don't they know they're embarrassing themselves, and me as all the other customers look around. Some laugh, but us workers just roll our eyes in unison. It isn't funny or cute, and I won't laugh at you just because that's what I get paid to do. Just raise your hand like a civilized human being. I know you're excited, but please. You make me want to cry a little.

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