Flippy’s was an establishment, in the city of Palo Alto. That was a fact. Their most famous appetizer was the Triple Dipper. It was a combo of barbeque, honey hustard, and Thai sweet and sour dips to go with crisp chicken wings. Delicious did not even begin to describe the Triple Dipper.
Stephen Wazlo, a top food critic from Idaho once wrote: “There is no point in anyone ever attempting to create new appetizers because Flippy’s has done the best job possible with their Triple Dipper. Before my wife left me she asked me to choose between the Triple Dippers and her. I of course, did the only logical thing and admitted that I was seeing her sister the whole time anyways. But yeah the Triple Dipper is great”
It was an ordinary busy lunch hour at Flippy’s when Huck Chansen stepped into the restaurant and sat at table seven. George Taylor took his order.
“I’d like to start with the Triple Dipper please,” said Huck, smiling at George.
“You got it sir,” said George with a big smile. The managers at Flippy’s were quick to fire employees who failed to provide service without the smile.
“Uh but I only want the BBQ and Thai sauce today.”
The smile instantly disappeared from George’s face and he looked up from his notepad. “Sir?”
“Uh yeah I just want two of the dips,” George explained. “I have a mustard sensitivity.”
George began to sweat up a river and struggled to bring back his smile. “Sir it’s a triple dip special appetizer.”
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“Right but it’s just double for me.”
George showed Huck the appetizer page on the menu and pointed with his pen at the dish. “It comes with three dips sir. World famous it is.”
“Yeah but I don’t need three drips I just want two.”
George stood there for a long moment, staring at his customer, stunned, shocked, and confused.
“Are you refusing service to me?” Huck said suddenly, sounding somewhat impatient.
“Not at all sir,” said George hastily. “Anything else?”
“One charburger and one glass of water please.”
George hurried to his manager, Brock Sanderson after writing down Huck’s order. “Brock, a customer just ordered the Triple Dipper with only two dips.”
Brock stared at George and demanded that he recount exactly what had just happened. After George had finished, Brock crossed his arms and mediated on the situation for a long minute.
“No one has ever ordered a double dipper,” said Brock. “Not one customer in our 40 years of operation.”
“W-what do we do sir?” George stammered.
“Flippy’s does not disappoint its customers,” Brock replied. “Pass the order to the kitchen. We must put faith in the skills of our cooks passed down from countless generations of Flippy’s cooks. Our predecessors our watching us, now go!”
George put in the order and the double dipper, the first in history, was ready within ten minutes. George served the dish and waited in anticipation as Huck dipped his plump chicken wing into the sauce before ramming that chicken into his mouth. He then looked George in the eye.
“It’s horrible.”
That day Flippy’s closed down forever and was replaced quickly with a discount clothing store due to the release of The Lion King 3.
George later married Huck’s sister, Chuck.