I ordered rapid pick-up from Panera while sitting in traffic. I went inside to pick it up and a guy sitting at a table outside said, “hey pretty lady.” When I left, he said something to me that I couldn’t understand. I said “I’m sorry?” He repeated himself, but it was still mumbled. I said “what?” He said it a third time and I realized he’d asked me for $2. I wondered why he wanted such a specific amount. When I got to work and ate the food, I realized there was no chocolate in my mocha, making it a latte. The last time I’d ordered this, the sandwich didn’t have any egg on it like it was supposed to.