My local deli made the decision to get one of those numbered ticket dispensers in order to serve me better. I welcomed them to the 20th century by blatantly ignoring their large pink sign instructing me to take a number. Realizing there was a crowd of customers forming, the kid with future middle-management written all over his dull expression looks at the digital counter on the wall and asks who is holding number 65. No one is holding any number, which is made obvious by the silent sound of nobody caring. Being the rebel I am, i took a number even though his coworker was already slicing my cheese. It was number 72. I exclaim, "The next ticket says 72." The kid says okay, advances the counter to 72, then calls out for the customer holding ticket 72. I was speechless and just stood there looking at him. Before anyone could react he clicks the counter up again and calls out for number 73. Baffled silence from the crowd continues. Followed by another click.
Please form your own conclusions; the end.