Now on to the story.
Last week on Friday (I think) I was on my way to church to help out in the office a bit. But first, I had to stop at Tim Horton's. I go through the drive through, order my food, and pull up to the window.
Although there weren't any other cars waiting in the drive-thru, my server was incredibly rushed. She practically tosses the debit machine at me, and lets the window close. I pay, and the window reopens. I hand her the pin pad. She hands me my food.
Then, it happened.
She called me sir.
To be precise, she said "Here you go, sir!".
And she laughed.
All I was thinking was, if anyone gets to laugh, it's me. Maybe she was laughing at herself, but still. Hold it together woman!
I don't know why she called me sir. Maybe it was because I was driving my husband's truck. Maybe in her rush she didn't get a good look at me and my feminine, flowing locks of hair. Maybe it's because I ordered a bacon-breakfast-sandwich on a biscuit (and all that cheese, bacon and fat is very manly, right?). Maybe I have to bleach/wax my upper lip. The answer to this question, I may never know.
Maybe in response I should give myself a makeover to prevent this from ever happening again. This is a good excuse for a shopping spree, yes? Let's see if I can convince Alex of that...
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