Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Perhaps You And The Drive Thru Window Are To Good Of Friends When This Happens
It's 8:00am and Paige and I are out running errands while the older kids sleep in.
I whip into my friendly neighborhood Carl's Jr. to get Paige some French Toast and Hash Brown Nuggets for Breakfast.
As I pull up to the window the nice cashier waves at me and says "We were all talking about you last week. We wondered if everything was OK".
Umm, yes, why?
Well, she reports, you usually come by 2 or 3 times a week and get your morning caffeine (diet coke) and buy your little one breakfast. We were wondering why you stopped coming by.
Summer vacation is what happened. I was happily sleeping in my bed early in the morning instead of yelling at children to move it along and get in the car for school.
I admit to feeling very touched that I had aparantly formed such a close relationship with the folks in the drive through.
However, I begun to wonder how much money I could save by going cold turkey and stopping my morning drive thru addiction.
Then I decided not to worry about it.
After all what kind of friend would I be if I stopped visiting and stopping by to chat about the weather and new menu items a few times a week.
My mama always told me that good friends are like gold and you can never have to many of them.
I whole heartedly agree.
I whip into my friendly neighborhood Carl's Jr. to get Paige some French Toast and Hash Brown Nuggets for Breakfast.
As I pull up to the window the nice cashier waves at me and says "We were all talking about you last week. We wondered if everything was OK".
Umm, yes, why?
Well, she reports, you usually come by 2 or 3 times a week and get your morning caffeine (diet coke) and buy your little one breakfast. We were wondering why you stopped coming by.
Summer vacation is what happened. I was happily sleeping in my bed early in the morning instead of yelling at children to move it along and get in the car for school.
I admit to feeling very touched that I had aparantly formed such a close relationship with the folks in the drive through.
However, I begun to wonder how much money I could save by going cold turkey and stopping my morning drive thru addiction.
Then I decided not to worry about it.
After all what kind of friend would I be if I stopped visiting and stopping by to chat about the weather and new menu items a few times a week.
My mama always told me that good friends are like gold and you can never have to many of them.
I whole heartedly agree.
Labels: friends and family, stuff
7 Comments:
LOL--We are totally that way with our pizza place! We went to a different one for a week or two and when we finally went back to our regular place they asked hubby where we'd been. Oh, and they actually know him by name and know our order by heart. Sad, so very sad. :)
How I wish we had a Carls Jr. around here.
I used to work the McDonald's drive thru and I loved our regulars. There was a little old man who ordered a coffee and a newspaper every morning.
There was a single woman who ordered a Diet coke with two lemons at lunch time 4 days a week.
There was a group of construction workers that came by and ordered 6 super sized meals for lunch 3 days a week. They always drove up in their noisy white pickup.
Made the job a little more fun, recognizing someon's voice over the intercom or face at the window.
How fun! I think that those in the service industry probably remember the people who are actually nice all the time.
:)
That's hilarious!! Girl, keep getting your diet coke!! You may be the only friendly face they see all day!! You've obviously made a good impression!!:)
That's great! BTW, can't believe the hysteria fron the young lady with the new Benz...ridiculous!
The cashier at the grocery store is the person that misses me most when I change my schedule. I popped in there last week and she asked me where I had been. I didn't want to tell her that I had been visiting Aldi's to save a little money. Oh, well!
LOL Thats funny! My kids think the drive thru people see my car and start to panic because I will get mad if they get the order wrong, which they DO.
(how hard is it to make a fish with no cheese when you go to all the trouble to put a sticker on it that says "no cheese"?)
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