—The Bacon Burger—
I visited one of the local Fast Food Joints today.
When I arrived, the drive-thru line was out to the road.
So, I decided to go in and eat.
Inside is crazy—Twelve people standing by the registers.
Some are waiting on their orders; some are returning their food because the crew members got the order wrong; Then there’s a Wal-Mart worker on her lunch break who is waiting to place her order, and then, there’s me.
I’m standing behind the Wal-Mart worker. She has the vest jacket on with her name tag clipped to the vest. Her name is “Brenda.”
“I’d like a Chicken Sandwich with a Large Fry and a Coke, Please.”
The cashier asks for her name to put with the order.
“Brenda.”
Brenda then steps aside, and I walk up to the cashier to place my order.
“I’d like a Bacon Burger, Large Fry, and Diet Coke, Please.”
“Can I have a name for the order?”
“Lynn.”
And I step aside by Brenda.
While we waited, more people walked up and stood in line because their order was wrong.
I think, “They’re off today. The crew isn’t working as a team.”
They call out the name “Brenda” because her order is ready.
She gets her order and sits down.
Then, “Lynn!”
I get my order and sit down.
I’m a table or two away from Brenda.
I bow my head and say Grace before unwrapping my Bacon Burger.
“They gave me a dang Bacon Burger,” I hear Brenda say to herself.
I look.
“I ain’t got time to wait in that line,” and she eats her Bacon Burger.
I unwrap my Bacon Burger and smile.
I think of all my Blessings in life… …And I eat my Chicken Sandwich with a smile.
