Hungry Ashley

If you know me in real life, you know that I love Burgermaster. I am a vegetarian, but they make an awesome veggie burger, fries, onion rings, milkshakes, and I swear that even their water tastes better. I have been going to the Bellevue Burgermaster since I was old enough to eat solid food, since the servers wore roller skates. I assume they ditched the roller skates because of liability and workplace injuries. Sad.

You have to understand how well these people know me based on my order. They used to have an employee named Stellar who answered the phone. I would call in and say “This is Ashley, can I get my to-go order?” and every time my order was correct. They never got it wrong. One time I ran into Stellar in the grocery store. At first she didn’t recognize me because I was out of context for her. So I said “one veggie burger, add onion and pickle” and Stellar was like “ASHLEY!!!” (She would actually say it as “one veggie buger add unon and peeco”.) Damn I miss her.

On Saturday I called Burgermaster for a to-go order. Yes, I have them in my speed dial. They have an employee named Ashley and they have caller ID. Sometime when I call they say “What’s up Ashley?” thinking that I am their Ashley. A few weeks ago to avoid confusion I told them that they could call her “Burgermaster Ashley” and me “Hungry Ashley”. It seemed logical because every time I see them I am hungry! So I call in on Saturday and the girl answers “Hey Hungry Ashley!” I guess Burgermaster Ashley was working that day so they knew it was me who was calling. That is community. I show up a few minutes later to pick up my order and before I can even ask if it’s ready, one girl yells to the kitchen “Hey – is Hungry Ashley’s order ready?”

Love them.