I live about 90 miles from my primary client. As a result I drive altogether too regularly on the same state roads. Late yesterday afternoon while I was making a return trip home, I stopped into a Taco Bell (I know, what the hell was I thinking?) for a quick bite as I hadn't eaten all day.
When I pulled in, I remembered a previous stop at this same establishment. That day, the shift manager - a portly blonde woman in her early 40s who was probably attractive in High School until life beat her down - spent the entire time I was there creating drama. This was not the normal boss/employee drama. It was more like high school girl drama. Her daughter came in and was at the counter begging for a dollar. Not money, a single dollar. The discussion quickly became an argument about where her money had gone, how the mother had no money on her, what the girl was going to use the money for and on and on. I was on the brink of giving this girl a dollar just to shut up, but I was beat to it by one of the other Taco Bell employees. Thinking the incident was over, I sat down to eat. Then, the generous girl runs out the door of the restaurant and yells "You better not be buyin' no cigarettes or I'll come git my dollar back!"
Fast forward to yesterday....Imagine my joy when I walked in and the same shift manager was working. No sooner had I ordered than a young lady entered to work her shift. Immediately the fireworks between the manager and girl started. "How did you get here? You mean my daughter didn't drive you? What do you mean she's a bitch? You're a bitch!" All while the Manager is standing behind the counter and the girl is sitting in the dining area about 20 feet away. Classic stuff. Meanwhile another young employee's shift ends and there are a couple guys she knew in the restaurant. She walks around the front counter and in one motion removes her work shirt, but leaves it hanging around her neck like a ten year-old playing Superman. I catch the following exchange between her and her acquaintances.
Girl: "Yeah, I'll be back in school"
Friend: "I though you was a senior"
Girl: "I was. Will be again. Can't wait!"
Friend: "What? You failed?"
Girl: (bragging tone) "Yeah, I only got 10 credits, I failed math. It's cool."
Shortly thereafter, having my fill of the bizarre and depressing I left and was on my way home. Truly a sad commentary on the people working at that Taco Bell....but you know what? I'll stop in there again some time. You can't beat the free floor show!
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