The Untold Truth

It was a warm Thursday at the end of June, work was steadily busy. The drive thru had a line up and Emma was trying to get everyone through as efficiently as possible. At this point she was already exhausted and just wanted to go home. A dark blue Chrysler pulled up to the window and she opened it. She started reading out their order to them “One medium blue raspberry misty slush, one cherry misty slush, two crispy chicken ranch wraps and a four piece sauced and tossed with ranch for your dip?”

“Yes, that’s us.” the driver said

“Twenty four dollars and forty-five cents”

“Card please,” the driver said reaching for the passengers phone. After tapping the payment device button she held the machine out the window.

“Here you are.” Now with a closer look at the passenger she thought they looked familiar. Emma said with much enthusiasm “Macy?!?! Did you cut your hair?”

Seeming a little taken aback from what was just said he replied “I am not Macy” and the two people in the vehicle began laughing. Embarrassed, Emma quickly closed the window. She walked over to the expo station and began quickly bagging their food. At the window Carrie was handing out their drinks and chatting with them. Emma walked back over to the window with the food in her hand. Emma opened the window once more and handed the paper bag to the driver.

“Thank you,” the driver said, trying to hold back her laughter.

“Of course, you two have a good day, I’m also very sorry for mistaking you for Macy,” Emma said in an apologetic voice obviously directing it towards the young gentleman in the passenger seat.

“ It’s fine,” he replied. They drove away and Emma continued helping the line in the drive thru. Although she kept efficiently doing her job she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty and down right embarrassed for mistaking the customer for Macy.