Yet another Del Taco story, coming your way.
It was a pretty good night. Hilary and Julie were working the store with me, and we were having fun catching up as we took orders.
As I went to hand a drink out the window, Julie and I both tried to turn at the same time. This didn't work very well, so we ended up body slamming right in front of the drive-thru window. It wasn't so much the accidental body slamming that was humorous... it was the look on the customer's face as he watched this unfold through the window. I've NEVER seen someone's eyes get that wide before.
Later, as I was taking an order, my phone started vibrating in my pocket. It scared me, and I'm pretty sure my random sudden spasm might have concerned the customer a little bit.
Later, when I had a chance to check it, I saw that Leslie Greenland had called me. Her son, Jacob, could officially go to six flags, meaning that I had a ride buddy!
I celebrated by driving over to Marble Slab on my break. Jacob attacked me with a hug, and then had to return to working. I wandered over to Jamba Juice while he did his job.
I waited awkwardly at Marble slab for it to clear out so that I could talk to Jacob. His coworkers looked at me funny before disappearing into the back room. Jacob came back out and gave me another hug just in time for his coworkers to walk out and exclaim, "Oh! You guys are friends! We were just talking about how weird it was that the Del Taco girl wasn't ordering anything!" Not awkward at all.
I headed back to work, and Julie had to leave. We bid her farewell and went along with our jobs.
As the clock ticked closer and closer to the time when I get off, Patsy started doing close out.
Here's the part in the story where it starts getting interesting.
(this is the music that I imagine in my head as I replay this in slow motion you can go ahead and play it as you read on.)
The soda started coming out of the soda in a way that was less carbonated than most times. The way our machines work, all of the soda is connected to the same Co2 container, meaning that if one's flat, they're all flat. Flat soda is disgusting.
So, in order to keep our customers happy, we ventured to the back of the store to change the Co2 (we being Hilary. I don't know how to do these things.) It takes a while to get the carbonation through the tubes from the back of the store to the front, so I did exactly what I had seen Bud, my boss, do a thousand times. I clicked all the buttons and let the soda run for a few minutes.
They were still coming out flat.
So I clicked them again, enjoying the view of all the flat sodas running at once.
They all flowed majestically into the drain.
All of a sudden, one of them made a sound like a sneeze, and was suddenly pouring out carbonated soda. I cheered as they all sneezed and started working.
So friends, tell me, why is it so hard to fill your soda cup all the way to the top when you first fill it? It's the bubbles or the fizz, right?
As the sodas all poured out large amounts of liquids, they all began to fizz and bubble. I watched, unbelieving, as the drinks went from their normal liquid size to their fizzy size, growing like a monster before my eyes. The little drain was overloaded and forced all of the fizzy liquids to overflow onto everything.
The sprite poured sparkly and clear as it made it's way down to the ground,
the coke filled up the ice handle with it's fizzy brown goodness. The soda's all danced together, seeming to multiply as they all pooled in the drain, a big, mixed, sticky concoction.
Frozen, all I could do was watch as the sodas splashed down the soda machine, around the sink, and across the floor of the entire drive thru section of del taco.
Cleaning it up was quite the adventure.
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