Friday, February 17, 2012
A minute ago, it was 11:11pm, and it reminded me of twelve hours ago. Well, twelve hours and seven minutes ago when I was at Au Bon Pain, getting soup and a muffin. The boy crouching behind the cash register flashed me a grin, and I obliged a smile while hurriedly getting my food. I was already seven minutes late. When I returned to the cash register, for some reason, he was now walking around trying to stamp sticker prices onto items. I tried to quell my annoyance, but honestly, customer service 101, the customer comes first. I was tempted to grab my soup and muffin and make a run for it, but my inner socialized conscience and my flabby thighs kept me waiting. He sauntered over and smiled as he fumbled with the register. I stared out of the corner of my eye, willing the "closed" on the register to change. Right then the phone rang. As he typed into the keyboard for the fifth time, he balanced the phone in the crook of his neck. It was his boss Mike. They had run out of cookies and the boy had tried to tell him earlier. The boss was annoyed they ran out of cookies but was sending over a stock soon. The boy hung up, swiped my credit card and asked me if I wanted the receipt. I said no. He tore the receipt off and glanced at it before shrugging slightly and saying, "It's 11:11." he grinned as he crumpled my receipt and tossed it into the trash. For a split-second I wished I'd taken the receipt. I smiled again and headed for the elevator. Sweet kid. Now it's 11:19pm and I should get back to work.