whitebread

I watched a woman today as she worked the lunch rush. In the ten minutes I was there she probably helped 20 people, and that few only because my visa didn’t swipe properly and she had to key it in. “Can I help who’s next?” Over and over. I took a seat facing the registers, and she moved to the one on the end, which gave me a clear view of her as she spoke on the phone. The news wasn’t good. She just kept saying okay, but it was pretty clear that things were not. She wiped her nose in between okays, and choked back some tears before she hung up. Then, “Can I help who’s next?”

I lead an easy life.