I stare at the robot.
“One caesar salad, please,” I repeat.
But it simply stares forward as if I do not exist.
This would be one thing if this were just a glitch in its programming. But this is not the first time the Soup’n ‘n Green’n robot has given me the cold, metallic shoulder. In fact, it is the third day in a row.
And it is the same for every restaurant in the food court.