it's been years yet the sound of this little shit always send me right back into the frying pan. what does it for you?

This thing fucking haunts me in my dreams.

Hear one go off and my heart rate can jump from 45 to 160 bpm in ¼ seconds.

For some reason our boss wants all the tickets handwritten and brought to the kitchen, so I have not heard the ticket machine in a long time.

Instead we can hear when they're tapping the prders into the machine at the bar, so that's what's triggering us instead.

I usually only hear that sound juuuust as i'm falling asleep and then i wake up and realized i haven't worked a kitchen in 15 years.