For a moment, John's expression is a little too blatantly dead and then he breathes in through his nose, smiles apologetically, and takes the sandwich rolls. "Uh, well, I can't read minds, haha! If you couldn't find something, it wouldn't be obvious, right?"
He tries to scan it but it's not beeping. Looking a bit closer, John realises (to his dismay) that only three quarters of the barcode are intact. That means he's got two options: go get another, identical sandwich, or try and work out how to manually enter items into the system. Ok, one option, probably, because going to get another sandwich is a lot more clearly a waste of Fancy Asshole's time than fucking around with the POS system where FA can't see. Flipping the package so he can see the type information, he starts making his way through the menus as fast as he possibly can, given his lack of cashier experience. Give him SBURB instead, honestly, this is hell.
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He tries to scan it but it's not beeping. Looking a bit closer, John realises (to his dismay) that only three quarters of the barcode are intact. That means he's got two options: go get another, identical sandwich, or try and work out how to manually enter items into the system. Ok, one option, probably, because going to get another sandwich is a lot more clearly a waste of Fancy Asshole's time than fucking around with the POS system where FA can't see. Flipping the package so he can see the type information, he starts making his way through the menus as fast as he possibly can, given his lack of cashier experience. Give him SBURB instead, honestly, this is hell.