Taco Tales 3

I always find it interesting when I recognize the people in the cars that I'm serving. It's fun to see the recognition in people's faces as they peer from the protection of their car to see if they really DO know you. It's fascinating. I know may of them.

The obnoxious boy in the backseat? I know him.

The boys with their music playing entirely too loud for me to take their order? I know them.

The girls that can't get off their cell phones for long enough to press on the gas and make their way through the line? I know them.

The couple so busy smashing their faces together that I can't even tell them their total? I know them.

The only teacher that has ever taken away my cell phone? I know him!

Obscenities. Death and Destruction.

Never have I despised a teacher so much in my life as I did during that moment in U.S. History Honors.

I was having a horrible day. Things weren't going my way. And what else? I'd completely forgotten about the test in History. My calm, cool behavior was on the edge. NOTHING was going my way.

And then what happened? My phone went off, and Mr. Hardy took it away as I tried to turn the sound to silent. I cried.



Then came the fateful day when he came through my drive-thru.

I recognized him instantly "Hey!" I said brightly "Mr. Hardy, right?"
"Yeah!" He looked confused. "Where do I know you from?"

Of course he wouldn't remember one of the more traumatizing moments of my life. "You took my phone away one time during class"
"Ah.. Did you deserve to have it taken away?"
"No. I wasn't using it."
"Well I'm sorry!" He looked concerned now. I'm willing to bet money that he was afraid I'd spit in his food.
"No worries!" I handed him his tacos.
"I really am sorry about the whole cell phone thing!"
"Have a great night!"

And that is the story of how I got an apology a year and a half after the fact.