Life working at a pizza is similar to most fast food places; there are orders to take and make, floors to mop, tables to clear, dishes to wash…and of course customers that try your patience and grace. This week two ladies came in that fit this description. The way they talked to me was rude and snobby, it took everything in my powers to smile and be pleasant.
The next day was a rough; I messed up three order, I was slow, and my boss gave me a look that said “can you do anything right”. In the midst of this crazy day the same two ladies walked up to the cash…and I said nasty things in my head about them. I didn't take their orders but I did put the remains of their meal in a to-go box. As I helped them they thanked me and praised the meal…I was so humbled and felt put in my place. To top it they left me a two dollar tip, a very rare occurrence.