"Ai ai nooo lady no cry! U-re caikes ar Werry werry dell-icious" she would coo to me. I would hug her back and let her sooth me which feels very nice.
My day would be quiet but busy as I think about everything and nothing in particular. Out of no where a memory pops into my mind...A day that I swore I would never forget and yet haven't thought about in so long. I thought I might write it down just in case.
I was working behind the bar. This isn't a bar bar but a service bar in a family restaurant. Milkshakes, icecream, sundaes - that type of deal.
the night was busy busy and just winding down. I am exsausted, covered head to toe in nearly every flavour of syrup ever created.
I cringe to think what I would taste like if a giant popped me into his mouth...yuck....anyhoo
I slowly start to clean up, putting things away slowly, shuffling my feet to and from the sink and counter. Gawd my hair is going to be a disaster after this...ew what the what is THIS?...Ugh why is everything in my life so stiiiickyyyyyyy.....
the familiar buzz sound goes off and a paper prints out of my little machine. I feel like some kind of Genie, stuck in what looks like a chimney for a lamp, with a hole cut out. just enough space to see your genie sweat and pump out your milkshakes for hours on end.
I pull off my paper from the machine with my new masters wishes printed neatly on it.
Oreo Milkshake and a Strawberry fruit crush to go. Not too bad. I quickly go about whipping up the drinks when they are done, I mark them with there names and little hearts and I bring them out of my chimney to the man waiting on the other side of the wall.
Here you are my friend - I said to him.
Thank you - he replies
excuse me ms? - he says softly before I can return to cleaning,
I just want you to know that this fruit crush is going to a women who is very sick. She has terminal cancer and is in her last stages of life. . . She wont be around much longer and she can barely keep food down anymore. The one thing she asks for is this strawberry fruit crush. It really keeps her going, her face lights up when she has it.
He smiled kindly at me.
I just wanted to say thank you and to let you know that you've made a difference in a very sick person's life.
and with that he walked away.
I stood there numbly, my eyes leaking. Suddenly unaware of my hair or stickiness.
I thought about that day a lot the other day as I stood there not at my work.
People like him and my little spanish lady make me feel like I make a difference and I love them dearly for it.
