Sequel To: They Can Hear You

To catch up, read -They Can Hear You in There

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My friend recently acquired a job at a Taco Time and she confirms our theory that yes indeed,  they can hear you in there.  Apparently she and her co-workers have heard some very interesting exchanges through the drive up speaker. Everything from family feuds erupting over menu options, to the startling details (names included) of a local celebrity’s extramarital affair.

The one  they most recently got the giggles over  was a couple ordering a Big Juan burrito

Man: “I think I’ll have one of them Big Ju-on burritos.”

Wife:“Big Ju-On? What’s a Big Ju-on?”

Man: “I think its one a’ them Spanish names, like Jo-zay.” (They think he meant Jose.)

Listen up fast food patrons of the world.  That little speaker is a two-way affair.( Sort of.) Even if no one seems to be at the other end of the crackling metal box, don’t believe it.  The whole idea is for the employee on the other end to be able to hear what’s being said in your car.

Now, does it strike anyone else as odd, that while they can often hear every word we say,  we can’t hear them? My end of a fast food conversation always sounds like a cell phone  breaking up.

Fast food employee: “Welcome to . . static, gargle, fizz . . . “your order?”

Me:  “Yes, I’d like a hamburger, fries and a drink, please.”

FFE:  “Was that a . . . feedback, strangle,  crackle . . . and a drink?”

Me: “Uh, yes – I think so.”

You never know what you’ll end up with.  Instead of mystery meat, it’s mystery meal.

Anyway, I would be annoyed by this issue, but I  think I’m on to them.  They do it on purpose.  I used to work at one of these places when I was a teen, and believe me you don’t want to hear what’s going on at their end. ( I distinctly remember my friend riding his motorcycle into the kitchen one night when the manager was foolish enough to call in sick.)  Take it from one who’s been there, when it comes to the details of fast food preparation, ignorance is bliss.

Now, I am aware that by divulging these dark secrets of the fast food world, I have made the lives of the employees vastly less entertaining.  I apologize for that, but not for this expos’e. It was something that simply  had to be revealed, and if the Wahington Post wants to take this and run with it, they have my blessing. We could call it Deep Fry, or maybe Deep Float – as in rootbeer.

Remember, they can here you in there. Beware, if you care.

Sunshine Award

sunshine-awardThanks  znjavid!

I love that you thought of me for this award. She and I have had fun chatting about her children’s book, my husband’s clothes, and the differences between grocery stores in Dubai and Salt Lake City. Check out her blog at:
A Mom’s Blog

Rules for the Sunshine Award:

1. Use the Sunshine Award logo in the post.
2. Link to whoever nominated you.
3. Write ten pieces of information about yourself.
4. Nominate ten fellow bloggers, “who positively and creatively inspire others in the       blogosphere”.
5. Leave a comment on the nominees’ blogs to tell them of the award.

Ten things about myself:

  1. I love children, books and dogs.
  2. If I had to choose between warm chocolate chip cookies, or fresh out the oven bread – to live without for the rest of my life, my brain would explode.
  3. If I had a million dollars to donate to the charity of my choice I would give it to the Best Friends Animal Shelter, and Alzheimer’s research.  (The latter may be a selfish bequest as I’m a little concerned about my own memory lately.)
  4. I like to walk, and appreciate my walking buddies who stand on my driveway at 6:15 A.M. and guilt me into coming out in the cold.
  5. My favorite book is Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.
  6. Favorite movie is the same, but only the Timothy Dalton version.
  7. I love Downton Abby but am so mad at them for the Matthew situation that I’m threatening to boycott season three.
  8. I’m working on a historical fiction/inspirational/romance novel entitled Days of Grace. It’s actually done but I have to work up the nerve to submit it.
  9. I love Masterpiece Theatre. Favorites are Duchess of Duke Street, Larkrise to Candleford, and Bramwell.
  10. I love to write and can get lost for hours when I’m at it.

My nominees for the Sunshine award:

The Kindness blog
Spirit Lights the Way
Father Says
Jennifer Windram
Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister
Crumbs Off the Table
Wabisa Images
Cancer Isn’t Pink
Mommy Verbs

Happy blogging everybody!

Just in case anyone else is as computer challenged as I am.

Weekly Writing Challenge, Best Advice – Daycamp Drama

camp counselor“Alright campers, everyone find a partner for the hike.”
All the girls paired up and left me standing alone.
The counselor gave me a bright smile.  “I guess I’m your my partner.”
I rolled my eyes.  I hated day camp.  Everyone here knew each other and seemed to have a million friends. I on the other hand, did not.  No one liked me, and no one talked to me at lunch.The entire day was miserable. When I got home my Dad asked me how things went.
“Terrible,” I said and burst into tears.

After he’d heard the whole sad story, he patted me on the back and gave me some good advice.  “Did you talk to anyone?  Did you try to be friends?  “You can’t just wait for people to come to you,” he said.  “Tomorrow, I want you to look around for someone else who doesn’t have a friend and you go talk to them.”

Fast forward to the next day.

“Everyone needs a partner for swimming lessons.”
My heart sank, here we go again.  Then I remembered. I raised my head and glanced around.  There, over by the tree was a girl who was standing  alone.  Taking a deep breath I marched over and said,”I’m Geanie, do you want to be my partner?”
Her face lit up. “Sure!” she said.
Just like that, I had a new friend.
Thanks Dad, good tip.

This Age is Best

mother and baby

 I think the best part of any human culture is the love of a parent for a child.

“This age is best.”

I was chatting with a young mother who was clearly infatuated with her beautiful newborn.

“All she does is eat and sleep,” she continued, planting a kiss on the infants nose, “and she’s so cuddly, I can barely bring myself to put her down.  I wish she’d stay just like this.

I smiled to myself, remembering similar thoughts as a new mother.  I didn’t tell her  she would feel this way no matter what age the child was.  I decided to let her discover that for herself. Continue reading

Point of View – Crossing Over

old man 4Thomas pushed the button for the cross walk.  He waited, and when the light changed he stepped off the curb. Using his cane to steady himself, he began the long laborious process of crossing the intersection.  Two steps, pick up the cane, plant it, lean for support, breathe, two steps . . . Continue reading

Ahhh! – Blog Malfunction

News flash! To anyone who recently received a post from library Lady and Rosie Bear, entitled Dog Tales, Cleverly Disguised.  It was supposed to be a photo post, not a poem or Haiku, or whatever it appears to be.  Unfortunately the pictures did not appear and I have no idea why.

I like to think that I have this blogging thing down, but every now and then something like this happens and I just have to shake my head.  I can’t fix this.  It’s out there for all to see, in all it’s ungainly glory, and the worst thing is that I spent a significant amount of time on those pictures!!! Oh well, moving on.

OH NO!  I just checked the reader and now there’s two versions of it.  Can you believe it?  It’s not enough that I embarrass myself once, now it’s there again.  Did I publish it twice?  Is it republishing itself every few minutes?!? I can only imagine what my e-mail folowers are thinking at this point –  “Stop sending me stuff!”

General cringing going on here. I think need to go for a walk.

Have you ever had anything go wrong on a post you were trying to publish?