It’s rare that I stop at a fast food restaurant. But today I hurried out of the house early morning without breakfast, and by 9:30AM, and being a half hour from home, I was hungry, so I pulled into McDonalds.
A young girl with orange hair, a earring in her nose, in her tongue, and her lower lip is standing at the register. She’s yawning, and rubbing her eyes. After a minute, I finally asked. “Can you help me?”
She yawns, and says. “Oooh. Ya.”
“Did you just wake up?” I asked.
“Ugh. Not long ago. I usually sleep till noon.” She yawned again, rubbed her eyes, and said. “What‘da‘ya want?”
Wow. “What’da’ya want.“ I told the girl with the orange hair and pierced body. “I’d like a large, regular coffee, cream, no sugar, and an egg mcmuffin without the cheese.”
While still yawning, and now staring at the register like she was afraid to touch it, she says.
“Ugh. Let’s see. A large. Did you say decaf?”
“No, I said regular.”
“Oh. Ok” She hit’s the key on the register, and asks.
“Ugh. You wanted what to eat?” My patience was being tested.
“An egg mcmuffin, with no cheese.”
“Oh,oh, wait.” She says. “You wanted your coffee black, right?”
“No, I wanted just cream.”
“Oh, oh. That’s right.” She says. “Oh geez, duh. I gotta erase that coffee. I thought you wanted decaf with no cream or sugar.” She touches the key on the register.
By now there is a line of people behind me ,and I’m wondering why I am being such a patient guy, and still standing here.
“Ok I got this.” She says. “Large regular coffee, just cream. And a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit. Oh wait.” She stares at the register. “No cheese on that bacon, egg and cheese biscuit, right?”
“No. I wanted an egg mcmuffin with no cheese. And can I get this for breakfast please?”
“Oh sure.” She answers. “We don’t sell egg mcmuffins for lunch.”
I sat down to eat and thought back to when I was first working. I was younger than she was. I worked various jobs at different places. I worked a cash register, bagged groceries, pumped gas, and sold ice to the Italians in the neighborhood. Many of them had no refrigerators but used the “ice’a box’a” to keep their ice cold. In each of those jobs I was warned to be courteous, dress properly, and act intelligent. And my parents made sure I did all of those things.
A young girl with orange hair, a earring in her nose, in her tongue, and her lower lip is standing at the register. She’s yawning, and rubbing her eyes. After a minute, I finally asked. “Can you help me?”
She yawns, and says. “Oooh. Ya.”
“Did you just wake up?” I asked.
“Ugh. Not long ago. I usually sleep till noon.” She yawned again, rubbed her eyes, and said. “What‘da‘ya want?”
Wow. “What’da’ya want.“ I told the girl with the orange hair and pierced body. “I’d like a large, regular coffee, cream, no sugar, and an egg mcmuffin without the cheese.”
While still yawning, and now staring at the register like she was afraid to touch it, she says.
“Ugh. Let’s see. A large. Did you say decaf?”
“No, I said regular.”
“Oh. Ok” She hit’s the key on the register, and asks.
“Ugh. You wanted what to eat?” My patience was being tested.
“An egg mcmuffin, with no cheese.”
“Oh,oh, wait.” She says. “You wanted your coffee black, right?”
“No, I wanted just cream.”
“Oh, oh. That’s right.” She says. “Oh geez, duh. I gotta erase that coffee. I thought you wanted decaf with no cream or sugar.” She touches the key on the register.
By now there is a line of people behind me ,and I’m wondering why I am being such a patient guy, and still standing here.
“Ok I got this.” She says. “Large regular coffee, just cream. And a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit. Oh wait.” She stares at the register. “No cheese on that bacon, egg and cheese biscuit, right?”
“No. I wanted an egg mcmuffin with no cheese. And can I get this for breakfast please?”
“Oh sure.” She answers. “We don’t sell egg mcmuffins for lunch.”
I sat down to eat and thought back to when I was first working. I was younger than she was. I worked various jobs at different places. I worked a cash register, bagged groceries, pumped gas, and sold ice to the Italians in the neighborhood. Many of them had no refrigerators but used the “ice’a box’a” to keep their ice cold. In each of those jobs I was warned to be courteous, dress properly, and act intelligent. And my parents made sure I did all of those things.
