Thursday, July 28, 2016

Why I'm boycotting Jack-N-the-Box

Where I work, Jack N the box is basically my neighbor. This is a privilege.

This privilege is both a good thing and a bad thing.

Good- coffee close by.

Bad- mini churros close by.

"Back again," the boy in the window asked after I returned for my second time, exactly thirty-seven minutes, following the first round of breakfast I was sent to pick up for the office.

"I'm not sure what you are talking about,' I said, seriously.

I thought he was gong to faint.

"I swear you have been here already this morning," he said matter-of-factly.
He was totally buying my big fat lie, which made me feel slightly better about abusing the privilege.

"I'm sorry, but it must have been someone else." I said.

He removed his headset and put both hands on the window and looked me square in the eye, "I swear I seen you , this is weird!"

I laughed and gave in, "I'm kidding." I confessed.

He chuckled, nervously, " here's your coffee," he said.
"Watch out, its leaking everywhere."

And before I could even think, I replied, "that's what she said."
NO, NO, NO ROXIE! You have overstepped the line, this boy is like twelve!

I was mortified.

And I think he was too because next  when I asked him for Splenda he stuttered and said they only have half-and-half.

And then he asked if I wanted creamer, too.

And that's why I wont be vising Jack N the Box again.