'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Good luck with that."

"Good day."

"Don't be too late."

Each, Rye, Bergamo and Mr. Oyaji speak thoughtful words.

All three of them seeped comfortable fatigue in their expressions, while they turned a little sympathetic to me and went through the store door.

Usually, I'm joining that group again, but that's not how it went today.

It sounds like Karan and the door closes and turns back to the store, which is a little brighter than it is in business.

Sally sat at the counter holding her head in the store after a brief cleaning.

"I knew it wasn't a good calculation."

"... right"

That's the trouble I discovered when I was calculating the slip in the middle of the tightening job. Sally, who had entrusted the calculation of the slip, ran mouth to mouth that the calculation was not right.

Basically, this kind of store checks the cash register first before opening.

Then, during operation, the order is filled in on the slip, and accounting is carried out accordingly.

After the sale, calculate and match the contents of the remaining cashier's money against the slip to see if the amount matches.

This calculation doesn't fit, which means there was some trouble during the accounting.

Or that I lost my slip.

"You have less cash in the cashier than the calculations"

"Well, I guess I didn't forget to give you the stick."

The most common problem with accounting is your miscalculation.

More or less for the amount paid by the other person. The busier you are, the easier it is to miscalculate your calculations.

Especially in stores like ours, customers sometimes have other people's accounts.

If it's said in advance, I can be careful at the slip filling stage. But accounting can be confusing, such as when they tell you they'll pay you collectively later, or when they tell you they'll have half.

So, if you don't do a good calculation at that time, there will be a discrepancy.

Once again, we also have the cooperation of Iberis, and a powerful and incomparable tool called a calculator has been introduced.

I'm here, but in a murderous busy day like today, I often end up with a stuck arithmetic.

Inevitably, mistakes tend to occur.

… the result is a recalculation of how to stay.

"Okay. I'll check it out once."

While I'm at it, pull the chair and I'll sit next to Sally. Then I received a bunch of slips she was looking into.

Basically, one cocktail in our store is two copper coins. When I convert Japanese yen, one cup is calculated as a thousand yen.

But there was a fresh cocktail in there today.

Until now I have not explained, there are more iron and wood currencies under copper coins in this country.

Iron coins are one-fifth the value of copper coins. About a hundred yen a piece. Wood coins are worth about twenty yen a piece for a fifth more.

Unlike the three types of gold and silver copper, it is a local currency that does not support exchanges with other countries.

And the fresh cocktail was made into two iron coins, in addition to a regular cup.

To the boulder, I thought the impact of cost rate was significant for the same price until fresh, but it was the late decision, but it turned out to be.

Occasionally, that kind of adjustment is made on the exclusive menu, but today's busy schedule increased the accounting hassle a lot.

As a result, we are desperately in the process of ascertaining where the calculations deviated in the current progression.

"Well, but. I'm glad you didn't take too much money. We're the only ones who lost it."

Sally, sitting beside me, said with a relieved look, even though she said she was fortunate to be unhappy.

Sure, I can't help but think that was a good idea in terms of the customer's loss.

But I shake my head quietly at her words like that.

"That's a mistake, Sally. I'm not talking about the damage. Miscounting means you've broken your trust."

"Huh?"

I explain to her what a senior once told me.

"If you take too much money, it's easy to understand that customers have lost money and won't come anymore. But if you give them too much change, the guilt of getting it can make it hard for customers to come to the store. You know?"

"... somehow"

"There are many reasons why customers don't come. Even if we can make an effort to stop it, we can't get rid of it. So all we can do is make no mistakes in these trivial things and try our best to provide the right amount of service."

Just to think back a little, the faces of many customers who stopped coming because of their mistakes come to mind.

I apologized on the phone the next day to a customer who accidentally gave me a change. The person who laughed at me on the phone and forgave me would never come to the store again.

I have accidentally served ashtrays to customers who I know smoke. He never even drank the first cup and left with a cigarette on fire.

I've had a bit of a familiar attitude towards customers I intend to get close to. I learned later that my senior apologized desperately in my place behind the store.

I still wouldn't be a good bartender to talk about my services.

Still, I wish I could do as much as I can.

"So, for whatever reason, it's not good to think we made a good mistake. - Oh?

When I was checking the bundle of slips while explaining with my mouth, I found one that bothered me.

After calculating up to the subtotal, a small remark is made to the effect that 'payments will be transferred to another person'.

I checked before and after that, and there came out another one that was added exactly as it was written on the previous sheet.

Calculated, the amount missing and the amount of one concerned matched perfectly.

"Sally. Preliminary mistake. I'm recalculating the slip where the payment's moved."

"Huh? Ah..."

Sally looked at one I offered and opened her mouth as she thought.

Certainly this customer is a young woman who comes here from time to time. Sometimes I'm good at getting men to luxury me, this is it.

"Phew. Foreword withdrawn. If it was a mistake like this, you could think it was good."

I made a mistake, I thought it was a mistake. Then no one loses money.

Dare I say, it's a loss to be wasted this way.

"... excuse me. Accidentally."

"Well, I can't help but be busy today. But we can't even do this mechanically, and we have to think of the customer's face as much as possible."

"Yes."

The information on the slip may be said to be the customer of the day itself.

How many do you have, male or female, if you know what the name is?

What did you order for the first cup, who ordered a good meal, is the taste preference sweet or spicy?

What time did you come and leave, how much money did you spend, etc.

If you want to write, the bartender can fill out as many slips as he wants.

Sometimes I can't write that much more information when I'm busy. But still, if you remember exactly what the person on that slip was like, you can prevent mistakes like this beforehand.

"Be careful in the future"

"... Yes"

Pointing out slightly dry, Sally was soggy to see.

I lived and worked hard when I was busy, but since I calmed down a little, you're just so dented today.

I stretched lightly, um, and then pounded her shoulder.

"Sally, that's why we're going out for a drink."

"Uh, yes?

Put the confused Sally down, and I'll snort alone, yeah.

"I don't know why you got to hang out with me today. Good luck. Just a little bit."

Think of it, I might have been halfway to that as a master.

If there is a pretence that the disciple is worried about something, it would also be the master's job to listen carefully and raise it.

"It's my luxury, what do you say?

I don't know if it's because it emphasizes luxury.

Sally sandwiched a frequent patrol and nodded slightly.