There is a woman who I come into contact with from time to time. I often eat bean burritos with no onions from the Taco Bell near the University and this woman works there. Her customer service cannot be faulted: she is polite and could even called friendly. She mans (or would it be womans in this case) the first window at the Taco Bell drive through; it is her job to take my money and give me change. Each time I pull around to the first window after placing my order she greets me with a beaming smile. She is not an attractive woman. She is somewhat overweight – nothing like the supermodels Taco Bell hires for its ridiculous commercials but very typical of the people that actually work in most fast food restaurants. That being said, I would like to add that she is also not an ugly woman; in fact, if it weren’t for just one thing I would say that she is a completely unremarkable person. The exception is in the way that she greets me. As I already stated, I can always expect her beaming smile – but it becomes more than a greeting really, feeling almost like an assault. She always yells, “Hello, there,” “Good morning,” or “Good afternoon,” or whatever friendly thing she says that day. Why the yelling? She is so loud when she greets me that it makes me want to cringe. So violent are her hellos that I feel like I am being attacked every time – indeed, I don’t think that it would be all that different if I was actually being attacked by her. It is almost as though she is invading my privacy when she says anything to me at all. “Your order is $2.16. What kind of sauce would you like?” It crosses my mind –Am I an animal to be barked at like this? as I shake my head ‘no’ without saying a word. “Have a nice day,” she shoots the words out like a cannon firing missiles in my direction. I grimace and drive on no different than a person unpleasantly surprised by the popping of firecrackers unexpectedly going off nearby.
But, boy, do I like those bean burritos sans cebolla.
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