My Little Wednesday Friend

I have never worked at a fast food restaurant.  I have eaten at many of them.  I personally think when I started dieting that the local Bojangles went out of business from the fact that I no longer spend huge amounts of money there. 

I digress.

I know that these places don't pay well, and that turnover is probably pretty high.  So, when I run across someone who is polite and efficient, it pleases me to no end.  I mention efficient, because the only thing I really order from these places anymore is unsweet tea.  This goes against all norms of the south, as 99.9% of patrons would order and drink sweet tea.  You can't imagine the number of times I've taken a sip only to be assaulted with all that sugary ick.  So, I greatly appreciate it when someone gets it right.

Well, there's a fine young fella in Columbia, South Carolina, who gets it right each and every Wednesday.  I commute to our Columbia office each Wednesday, and when I get off the interstate, I stop at Sonic and order up that unsweet tea to last me the day.  My friend gets it right every Wednesday.  He serves me with a smile and hands me that drink and tells me to have a good day.  And he has the biggest and best smile ever.

My drink total is $1.08, and I always give him $2.00; keep the change.   I'm sure he wonders why in the heck I do this.  (he doesn't complain, mind you, but I'm sure he wonders)  I think if I told him how much I appreciate him doing his job well that he might think I was a nutjob, so I figured it's just better to let that .92 do the talking for me.

Thanks my little Sonic Friend, for being one of the nicest parts of my week.