This past Saturday sucked. It sucked so much it brought a newer and deeper definition to the word 'suck'. I was at work all day at Wendy's, working the drive-thru register as usual...but it was cold. Really freaking cold. And I couldn't wear gloves, or else I couldn't ring in the orders and make change. And I couldn't zip up my coat, because then I wouldn't be able to use the buttons on my headset. My fingers went numb, and the only feeling I had was the jabbing sensation I got when hitting buttons. And for nearly three hours, my window was almost perpetually open because of the steady flow of customers. And when I wasn't by the window, I was washing dishes. And when a car came up to the speaker, I had to take me and my sopping arms back to the cold window and dry the water off with icy winter air. I've done this before, but it especially sucked then - I got in a bad mood and stayed there most of the day.
So I'm going through the motions, grumbling and screaming profanities into a speaker I make sure is definetely off, when the most shining glorious 30 seconds of my day pulls up to my window. TADA! Dave is there, at my window, WITH A STARBUCK'S CARAMEL FRAP. He's smiling up at me from the driver's seat with my favorite treat of all time. He spent his entire lunch break from Lowe's all the way up at Easton, drove to Starbucks, KNEW what I wanted, bought it, drove over to Wendy's just so he could see me for 30 seconds and gave me the frap, and drive all the way back up to Lowe's @ Easton. I had just enough time to thank him before I had to take care of the next order.
Before you knew it, I was singing over my dishes, dancing when I microwaved the buns, sipping my wonderful Caramel Frap, thinking of all giving that frap to me meant out of his lunch break, and transformed my sour mood.
Amazing how 30 seconds can turn your whole day around.
So I'm going through the motions, grumbling and screaming profanities into a speaker I make sure is definetely off, when the most shining glorious 30 seconds of my day pulls up to my window. TADA! Dave is there, at my window, WITH A STARBUCK'S CARAMEL FRAP. He's smiling up at me from the driver's seat with my favorite treat of all time. He spent his entire lunch break from Lowe's all the way up at Easton, drove to Starbucks, KNEW what I wanted, bought it, drove over to Wendy's just so he could see me for 30 seconds and gave me the frap, and drive all the way back up to Lowe's @ Easton. I had just enough time to thank him before I had to take care of the next order.
Before you knew it, I was singing over my dishes, dancing when I microwaved the buns, sipping my wonderful Caramel Frap, thinking of all giving that frap to me meant out of his lunch break, and transformed my sour mood.
Amazing how 30 seconds can turn your whole day around.
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