My Notebook

Old Man

At sonic there's a old man who always comes through the drive thru window with absolutely no car.
He stands there and grins and waves his checkered gloves at us until we open the window.
We've chased him off countless times but it seems he never learns.
Today I watch as he sits underneath the sonic sign with his usual order of  fries and ranch and a milkshake. He stuffs the fries inside of the milkshake cup and then drizzled the ranch inside of it.
Today he eats it with a plastic spoon we offered.
Today he finishes it and leaves
I began to call him Ranch Man everytime he comes by.
Although I don't yell it or saying anything to anyone because they wouldn't care.
As long ad there making money they simply won't give two fucks.
I watched as the white swirls of ice cream pour out of the ice cream machine and into the cone that currently Josie was making.
Josie was a new hire just like me
She had cherry red hair thr was most definitely dyed. And a couple peiricings on her eyebrow
She spoke fluent Spanish and could speak French and German and Chinese.
Sometimes I would ask her why she chose this shitty job.
But she never replied
Just shrugged
My job is to take orders and make sure everyone's orders are correct and handed out the door within five minutes. Or atlezzt I try
During happy hour many people come and go and sometimes it's hard for us to get it to them through the five minute period
Other times we're empty and like a ghost town and we all fuck around inside sonic.
Squiriting each other with the ketchup and mustard or throwing a handful of sprinkles at each other
Our manager doesn't care
No one does
I always love to mess with Trix
He's been here for three years and is always talkative.
He sweet and compassionate and he's always asked how my day is.
Though today he looks down as he sluggishly throws the hot dog inside the bus and drips the ketchup over it. He's not as happy as he normally was