It was such a wonderful day yesterday.

There wasn’t any cups thrown. Not one customer argued with me. It was as if my meltdown was heard and suddenly people were afraid to come into my lane. 😂

Although one lady couldn’t understand how I could keep taking orders without it being onscreen or acknowledging her. Multitasking seems to be a foreign concept to some. “Are you not getting my order?”

“Are you done ordering?” I asked.


“Keep ordering”

“I just don’t see my order. So I can keep going then?”

“Ma’am unless you are finished ordering please continue ordering! I am getting your order!”

I don’t know what was wrong with me. My body swelled up like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters!

Ugh. I took an aspirin and sweet baby Moses! I pitied the McCafe person! I was so gassy! And I was standing by the fan! I was clenching my ass cheeks so hard, trying to be delicate. It wasn’t working. I could have filled up an hot air balloon!🤢🤮

After lunch, Ash was trying to get my attention . “ Becky! What did you do to me!” I turned to find him on the ground, on his knees in pain. I was so stunned. I burst out laughing. I could barely stand.

“My knees!” He howled.

My laughing set off my gas. So I was tooting, silently, thank goodness. “I broke your kneecaps” I wheezed.

“You damn mafioso!”Ash cried.

A manager came to see what the commotion was about. He rolled his eyes. “Oh my god, you two need a room”

Just then an order came in. I couldn’t speak. I was laughing too hard.

I finally managed to make out some words. It was bad.

The manager put me on counter.

A Mennonite couple decided to give me grief about wearing a mask. My pleasantry faded. “You can wear the mask or you can leave!” I snapped.

The lobby is going to be shut down again because people don’t want to wear masks.

♥writing was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.♥ each of us has a story to tell. Leave your thoughts. Leave your comments.

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