Yes you read that last part correctly. I have a few stories to share today from work. As some of you know, I'm working at Taco Bell and while it's not the most exciting, best paying or even decent job, it is helping me save up for my mission (which I'm still trying to get paperwork done for!!! *frustration*). So anywho, today was interesting, like most days but had some particular moments that I would like to share.
Sani-Mom
Some moms really care about there kids. All should. This one was what I like to call a helicopter parent. Up to the front counter comes a mom and three young kids, all rather pale, straight hair and skeletal frames. They order their food in a pretty normal fashion but are then all sent to the bathroom to wash there hands. Still pretty normal; I don't trust the germs in that place. As soon as they come back, mom takes out what must have been an industrial-sized bottle of hand-sanitizer (and mind you, it's not the cute, yummy stuff from Bath and Body Works) and squirts what must have been 3 tablespoons-worth of sani into each kids' palms. Poor kids couldn't even wipe extra on their siblings hands because those were doused as well! *note: some parts of this story were slightly exaggerated for the sake of humor*
Milk-Mom
Dang, now that I get to writing this one, I can't seem to find the funny spin on in that I had in work. So I'll just vent. If you are going to order milk for your children, watch me go all the way back in the store to the walk-in refrigerator, come all the way back with your carton of milk and then decide you want another for your other kid.......just.....don't.
Pot Smoke
So this one is also more of a story about the annoying habits of Taco Bell customers. I was in the drive-thru this afternoon and as much as I hate it, I'm getting used to people blowing cigarette smoke in my face. Today however, I opened the window and told the customer her total when a huge gust of wind blasted through their rolled down windows and into my face. Now, I know the smell of pot-smoke from meeting obviously high people before and walking into some places that just reek of it, and as I closed the window, I realized this was definitely not cigarette smell. The other girl with me noticed something wasn't right too and just as we tried to talk, I felt the smoke reach my lungs. I started coughing so bad I had to go to the store office and gulp some water. I got wonderfully nauseous feeling just as everyone else in the kitchen started to smell the smoke. We were all a bit shocked and when I went to hand the food out to the very relaxed looking customers, I was told to "hold my breath." That worked until I ducked back inside and the wind followed me.
Suffice it to say, I think I am having experiences that are actually preparing me for my mission more, whether it be for the situations I may find myself or the people I will meet. I am getting a bit frustrated as more and more people post on Facebook that they have already received their call (especially since I'm asked 20 times a day where I'm going) but I'm still working at it and getting so much more excited to serve the Lord!
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