Today was my last day at McDonald’s. My collection has grown because of that place. So many names, so many stories.
Betty, Cindy, Debbie, Toni, Danielle, Robert, Lynn, Carl, Travis, Ronnie, Louisa, Delores, Ola, Deborah, Tim, Tamika, Tonya, Amy, Shawn, Thomas, Julissa, Betty, Virginia, Josefina, Reggie, John, Kenesha, Beth, Natalie, Mike, LaQuisha, Phillip, Martha, Herbert, Avis, Jackie, Hershel, and, of course, Barbie.
Then there were people who came through the drive-thru everyday.
Jimmy
Butch
The Mayor
The Medium Coffee Girl
The Newspaper Man
And the beautiful woman with three little girls who either got a bacon biscuit or a plain biscuit with a buttered muffin, hash brown, and a small Diet Coke.
With the bacon biscuit, her price was $3.16.
With the plain biscuit, her total was $2.63.
She came through everyday for the past three months, but I only remember her looking me in the eye once.
. . .
I called Emily a little after 5 o’clock. They are in the middle of a hurricane. Everything is wet.
But I like water.
Especially when it is falling.
Marcus and I will leave around 3 o’clock tomorrow morning.
And I have absolutely no idea what will happen.
