Angie’s Drama

This afternoon, I took my dad to the drive-thru at KFC. He got to leave the nursing home so the therapists could do a home inspection. Just to make sure my Dad will be able to be on his own, starting tomorrow. He asked to go to KFC before I took him back. We placed the order and pulled to the window. It seemed like an extremely long amount of time passed before our money was even taken. Finally, with now 7 cars behind us, the woman handed our food out to us. I asked if she could put the order in two bags. That was the wrong thing to ask. She said, “Look, I have all these cars behind you and I’m the only one here. Can you bag it yourself?” Alrighty. Now, I’m aware that anyone who has ever been a server, or in the food industry, has wanted at some point to say that. Usually, it’s about the time the Psycho theme music is going through your head and visions of that knife repeatedly going through the shower. (At least, that’s my usual freak out- mode scenario.) But, to actually ask a customer to do that is unbelievable. How many times have you had to: box up three entrees, ring up 7 separate checks, take 2 drink orders, deliver entrees to a 5-top, bus a table and sit a 3-top, all at once? Hell, I’m not even waiting tables anymore, but the multi-tasking I learned, enables me to not freak out when I have 7 different things to get done in 20 minutes. And, I can bag my own lunch, no matter where I am.