An Apple Pie with Your Name on it
I went to the drive-thru last night, something I rarely do.
It was clear from the moment I got to the kiosk that the cashier was making the most of what many would consider a very boring Joe job.
I ordered my burger, my fries, my drink, and then he said:
“Would you like extra ketchup, salt, pepper, and vinegar for your fries?”
Hell yeah.
Then, before I started driving over to the window, he asked:
“I don’t know your name, but I’ve got an apple pie with your name on it. Would you like me to add it to your bag?”
I thought for a moment, then humored him and told him to throw it in the bag.
I never met the guy, and I may never see him again, but the man deserves a raise.
