Can't Touch This

Sunny and lovely meant we were busy today. Not Bank Holiday busy, thank goodness, but kept-on-our-toes busy. The sort of busy which means we get into a stride and the day flies by. 

We have an order system which uses wooden spoons instead of table numbers. 

Each orderer is given a painted spoon with a number on it and asked where they're planning to sit (main tearoom? conservatory? outside?). When we have a tray ready with their tea, lunch, cake, we then call out the number and find whoever is waving the brightly coloured wooden thing at us.

Today I took an order from a lady and offered her spoon number 27. 

"Do you mind if I get my daughter to come and pick it up?" she asked, "I just don't like touching wooden spoons."