Friday, February 22, 2008
Eat Fresh
For a time, my lunch breaks at work were predominantly from Subway. It got to be so regular that the attractive young ladies working there knew my order as soon as I walked in the door. One of the ladies in particular, whose name tag read Victoria, was extremely friendly, and we had long winding conversations that often had me waiting at the door, ready to leave but unable to.
One Sunday afternoon, I had to go into work for a while, so I stopped to pick up lunch. She was working alone, and, she lamented, hated it because it was so boring on Sunday afternoons. She added that sometimes she got so bored she just wanted to fall asleep. I laughed and told her she should have one of those energy drinks, to which she told me that there was only one that she liked, Tab. You know, the one in the cute pink can.
After I was done work, I had to stop to get fuel, and while I was there I decided to be nice and pick up a can of Tab. I stopped in and dropped it off and she cooed over how thoughtful I was. Making polite conversation, I asked her, as I was standing at the door, ready to leave, if the day had gotten any better. She said that it was really boring and that she was spending more time on MSN than working. As though the idea just struck her that instant, she asked me for my MSN address and added me to her contact list.
The following Sunday afternoon, I was at home and she sent me a message saying she was bored. Somehow, the conversation ended with me getting a bottle of Mint Chocolate Bailey’s and going over to reduce the boredom of her workday. It wasn’t unexpected; I mentioned the Bailey’s and she suggested that I bring it.
We sat at a table in the dining area doing various puzzles and enjoying our warm libations. When I came to the bottom of my cup, I decided to have another. I poured myself some Bailey’s and set the bottle down on the table. She was busy doing her chores so she told me just to get the coffee myself. I went behind the counter to get the pot and at that moment, her boss – who hardly ever comes in on Sunday – came in on Sunday. I sheepishly averted my eyes, mumbled something, and went back to the table, quickly setting the bottle down by my feet. I’d been a regular at the restaurant for a long time and he and I knew each other well enough that I was sure I wouldn’t get scolded, but I was embarrassed nonetheless.
A few minutes after he left, the phone rang. Victoria answered it, gave a series of “uh huh” and “yup” replies, then said goodbye and hung up. She came over, said it was her boss. Immediately I was worried that she had been reprimanded, but that wasn’t the case. He called to give her a bit of advice:
“If you’re drinking at work, hide the bottle. We’re not licensed.” ¶ 8:03 AM
One Sunday afternoon, I had to go into work for a while, so I stopped to pick up lunch. She was working alone, and, she lamented, hated it because it was so boring on Sunday afternoons. She added that sometimes she got so bored she just wanted to fall asleep. I laughed and told her she should have one of those energy drinks, to which she told me that there was only one that she liked, Tab. You know, the one in the cute pink can.
After I was done work, I had to stop to get fuel, and while I was there I decided to be nice and pick up a can of Tab. I stopped in and dropped it off and she cooed over how thoughtful I was. Making polite conversation, I asked her, as I was standing at the door, ready to leave, if the day had gotten any better. She said that it was really boring and that she was spending more time on MSN than working. As though the idea just struck her that instant, she asked me for my MSN address and added me to her contact list.
The following Sunday afternoon, I was at home and she sent me a message saying she was bored. Somehow, the conversation ended with me getting a bottle of Mint Chocolate Bailey’s and going over to reduce the boredom of her workday. It wasn’t unexpected; I mentioned the Bailey’s and she suggested that I bring it.
We sat at a table in the dining area doing various puzzles and enjoying our warm libations. When I came to the bottom of my cup, I decided to have another. I poured myself some Bailey’s and set the bottle down on the table. She was busy doing her chores so she told me just to get the coffee myself. I went behind the counter to get the pot and at that moment, her boss – who hardly ever comes in on Sunday – came in on Sunday. I sheepishly averted my eyes, mumbled something, and went back to the table, quickly setting the bottle down by my feet. I’d been a regular at the restaurant for a long time and he and I knew each other well enough that I was sure I wouldn’t get scolded, but I was embarrassed nonetheless.
A few minutes after he left, the phone rang. Victoria answered it, gave a series of “uh huh” and “yup” replies, then said goodbye and hung up. She came over, said it was her boss. Immediately I was worried that she had been reprimanded, but that wasn’t the case. He called to give her a bit of advice:
“If you’re drinking at work, hide the bottle. We’re not licensed.” ¶ 8:03 AM
