Going through the trash.
Somehow the morning disappeared before I
was ready to return to Les Marécottes so I needed to eat a bite. Didn’t want to
take either the time or the nap, which I would have needed, after our favourite
local restaurant’s daily menu (more than abundant, if it contains many carbs I
have to have a “pause” before I am able to function well).
I remembered that McDonald’s (known to
those around me as McDo’s – pronounce macdoze)
had new salads on the menu, including Coleslaw: it would be quick and just the
perfect amount if I took the coleslaw and a serving of chicken wings. No sooner
said than done – whilst eating (very, very, rarely do I ever take it to go as I
prefer catching up on my reading then leaving the trash behind) I took
advantage to finish yesterday’s paper (yup, my time seems to have gotten out of
control and I am far behind in the reading, especially of daily papers).
Leisurely – several interesting articles –
so I was done with the food before I was through with the paper. The branch manager had been keeping a good
eye on whatever was going on during the lunch hour and he didn’t miss a trick:
I soon found myself being asked if I was finished – could he take my tray for
me. Never one to turn down this type of
offer, I absent-mindedly answered “of course – thanks”.
Thirty seconds later when I went to put my
reading glasses back in their case… oops the container had been on the tray.
The manager was still tidying up the bins
and napkins etc. so he kindly opened the one side and – either as a gentleman,
or as a concerned manager – started trying to find my case. As we were unable to spy it quickly (although
I could see the coleslaw container and my stuff had been the last in), he took “stronger
measures” and hauled the whole sack to the employees sector. At this point I am
feeling rather embarrassed – poor chap had only thought to do a good turn (my
table was not a desirable one so I am pretty sure that he wasn’t trying to move
me out – especially as there were plenty of others free, but who knows), and as
it was worth about a tenth of my contact lens episode was willing to let him
off the hook.
Five minutes later however I had the case
(duly cleaned) back in my hands and was again excusing myself for all the
trouble.
What’s next? At least I am going down in
the value of items lost or misplaced.
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