What's nice about working at a fast food restaurant at like midnight on the Fourth of July-
-is that people come in either hammered or wasted (or both) and then you don't have to work so hard cause they're half-conscious and not paying much attention.
You're tired and you wanna go home but at the same time it's pretty nice. Lots of weird shit happens.
One of my coworkers (a large, caucasian football player) decided to take someone's order in the drive-through with a heavy Indian accent.
A dog came through the drive-through with sunglasses on.
A car passed by filled with giggling teenagers high off their asses. I can assure you they had no idea what they ordered and wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between a hamburger and a lobster.
One lady came up to the register so drunk she shouted her order at me as if I were half a mile away.
On the list of songs all the employees sang together were Celine Dion's "All By Myself" and the Backstreet Boys' "Tell Me Why."
Overall it was a good night.
Maybe some things can still turn out ok even when you've been positively dreading them. I think in some cases, suffering can be optional. If you gotta be somewhere, you gotta be there...may as well try to make it fun. And who knows, maybe that situation you really didn't want to happen will contain some moments you really enjoy and remember for a long time afterward?
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