You want fries with that…on June 16, 2011 at 12:51 pm
The other afternoon, I was sitting in the drive-thu at McDonalds
I hadn’t quite made it up to place my order yet and I had already been waiting longer than I would ever want to.
Backing up and leaving wasn’t an option as there was already a vehicle firmly in place behind me.
So I sat there… and stared off into space.
Finally, my time at the menu came…
I placed my family’s usual order and proceeded to the “1st window” to pay
I could tell, as I approached the window… debit card balanced on my lap, that it was pretty busy in there.
Pretty damned busy, to be exact.
Now, I never went through the teenage ritual of working at MickeyDs
but I did spend a few miserable months employed by Panda Express, at 16
I remember the Food Service Worker Frenzy well
Nothing within those 4 walls made me happy… and when things got hectic
…I hated it more
So my irritation was replaced by compassion as I reached the 2nd window and prepared to receive my food.
The boy at the window probably felt like he was going to spontaneously combust.
I knew that look, pulled tight over his face.
He DESPISED his job.
He passed me my drink tray without even looking me in the eyes.
His anxiety was high.
Shit, my anxiety was rising just watching his struggle.
As his co-workers started lining up my bags, next to him, he glanced over at them…
“Are these both hers?” he shouted back to the already disappearing co-worker
He rummaged through the bags, mumbling
A third bag was set down and he looked from the cluster of bags to me with wide panicked eyes.
“Are there ALL hers?” he nervously shouted to… anyone at that point.
He continued rifling through the bags, trying to make sense of all this food.
He glanced out at me
…I think, at this moment, he was actually trying to determine if he could fit through the drive thru window to make his escape.
I flashed him a grin and assured him that the bags where indeed all mine.
“I have a shit-load of kids” I joked.
Immediately a calm washed over his face and he chuckled and grinned back.
and that was when I had managed to turn a teenage McDonald’s worker day around.
for about 30 seconds.