Thursday, February 7, 2013

CWAC: Can I Have Your Baby?

I love my customers. I really do. But I love them in a platonic way, like one loves cats and babies. And my favourite customers are my regulars. I get to see them almost every day, or twice a day or more. Also, my store is located in the middle of an area that is highly populated with seniors.

So yesterday was day like most other days. I was taking orders in drive-thru, which we call booth because its located on the other end of the lobby in this tiny little room where your only interactions with people are the ones at the window. And in the odd breaks of cars I can escape into the lobby to clean it. That's my other job. So I both have regulars in the drive-thru and regulars inside. All of which I love platonicly, like cats and babies.

So yesterday I was cleaning the lobby and two of my favourite inside regulars were having coffee. So I say hi, ask how they are, they're doing good, and they ask me the same. And it all goes downhill from there, again.

Me: I'm doing good. A little tired, but I've had coffee so I'm good.
C1: Keeping out of trouble?
C2: Correct me if I'm wrong, but did you say, it's because of the baby? I heard you say "I'm tired. It's cause of the baby."
Me: Nope. No baby for me. Not for a long while.
C1: Why not?
Me: Cause I need a pretty ring and a husband to go with it before I'll have babies. Tis true.
C1: Why?
Me: Well, (this is not usually the place I discuss my mental thinkings of life, babies, husbands, but what the heck), I just don't want to bring a baby into a single parent household, or into an already broken family.
C1: So we could never have a baby together then?
Me: NO!

And then luckily for me my headset DINGed and I "had" to go take an order. Where I then hid out in my booth for a little while until they had left.

Now, I know this customer. I talk to him every day, I know he was joking. He's also old enough to be my grandfather so he knows that I know that he was joking. But still. There are just some things that one just does not joke about.

But I guess you could say I was saved by the bell.

The Girl Behind the Microphone.

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