I feel like the star of a Sunday afternoon Lifetime movie, urgently stuffing my face with fast food while scanning the shopping plaza store options for a promising bathroom to purge it all in the instant I'm done. If I didn't spend a year of my life throwing up I may seriously consider bulemia as an effective diet option.
There was no question that the overly chipper girl who worked the cash register at the drive-through was new at her job. My total was $3.63 so I handed her a five dollar bill and $.63 cents. She typed "$3.63" into the cash register as if I had given her exact change. When the screen returned a display of "$0" change back, she looked down at the $5 bill in her hand and I watched the blood rush quickly to her cheeks.
She had one of those moments.
That moment where everything in the world stops and you feel like your brain has gone to mush. Heat instantly rises from your back to the nape of your neck, your eyes widen and your breath is no longer in step. A simple math problem turned into an anxiety attack all because she knew I was watching. Now i feel bad for staring, but at the time it was interesting to be on the other side of this moment and i wanted to take it all in.
She froze for a few moments & decided it would be best to give me all of my money back and start over. I felt like telling her "all you have to do is give me $2 back" would make her feel worse and so I gave her the "I'm just as confused!" look and let her redo the transaction. When she leaned over to give me my change she ended up dropping some of it onto the ground. She threw her hands over her mouth and let out a nervous about-to-cry kind of laugh. She apologized profusely and i assured her not to worry about a thing.
I drove off into my dining area (an empty parking space in front of the local Target) and opened up my bag. To my horror/delight, I found not one - but TWO apple pies in the bag. I'm an avid supporter of comfort food. Nothin' says homemade like a McDonald's hot pocket-esque apple pie.
Sometimes one persons error is another persons victory. Sometimes a bad day is all relative.
I'm lovin' it.
