Owned And Coned~

Nah…I still stink at my job.  Don’t know where things are, and after a year…it Has to be because I don’t Want to be good at my job.  I just wanna have fun, and this week I haven’t been having fun.  Because I am so horrible at my job.

I flip burgers.  A far cry from my twenty years of office service.  A sixty year old man came in with his wife and he was so wired and loud.  He told me nobody could touch his cone.  He would stammer and repeat, his wife kept trying to quiet him.  We were closing up for the night.  He wouldn’t, kept insisting nobody could touch his cone.  He gained the attention of my boss, and heard me ask, "How much  fun is he to live with?"

There is a tip plate with "Tips Appreciated" drawn right on it.  Big letters.  A man had earlier used it as a payment for his order, and I didn’t say anything.  It altered my night, I should have treated him just like I do the kids that do the same.  Slapped playfully at his hand…but retrieved his attention.  Now here I was taking out my frustration on a man clearly afflicted with OCD. 

The OCD man admitted he was no fun to live with, and apologized to his wife.  She acted like it was the first time she’d heard it so I went to the back and put on a pair of disposable gloves.  I made his ice cream cone and handed it to him.  Do you know how many people must have touched that cone before I touched it to load it into the cone feeder in the first place?

Boss came up and patted me on the back.  "You just Had to say something,"

Yes.  It gets near 100 degrees back there some days, I gotta find my fun somewhere.