Hola mis amigos! Although we are in the heart of busy season (see: me crying almost daily), it is necessary for me to drop in with a little anecdote to keep your love for me (please at least pretend this is true) growing strong.
To preface my story, there are a couple of facts to get y’all up to speed:
- I am on a business trip to Jacksonville.
- I am still the only girl at my job.
- We got in at 11:30 last night.
- I like to get AT LEAST 8 hours of sleep.
- I am tan (not important, but I is so excite).
Anyway, I enjoy business trips. I love free food and a room to myself. However, this particular business has already started off in a fashion I am not too hip with. For starters, we didn’t leave Clearwater until 7 o clock. We didn’t get out of familiar territory until around 8:30. Uhm. I can do the math and know that we won’t get to Jax anytime before 11 at this point. AND we hadn’t stopped to get dinner. Fabulous. I am already late for my bedtime, which is precisely 10 o clock. Thankfully I am not the one driving but I am in the backseat FREEZING. I didn’t even see a vent aimed at me and I asked the co worker to move it and I swear even when he shut them, I felt the blast even more. I was trapped in an igloo, without food and water and a pillow. Huge nightmare, in my opinion. Regardless, we keep driving.
Now, for those of you who haven’t travelled in Florida, there’s nothing to see on the interstates. To the right we have farms and desolation. And to the left we have farms and desolation. Oh wait! I think I see a restaurant! Nope, that’s just an old bait shop. It’s truly a boring drive. Naturally we weren’t hungry when we crossed through actual civilization and our only hopes at food after that were gas stations (Fresh Fried Chicken and Hot Dogs, uhm I’ll pass) and a random Hardees (in the words of my coworker, “I think I just vomited in my mouth. I’d rather starve”). So we kept trucking.
I am on a weird schedule with my personal health, and once it hits 9 o clock I try not to eat anything; so of course tonight I was famished. Even a Hardees meal sounded delicious (gross). As we are FINALLY (see: 2 whole Ludacris albums and 1 Jay-Z album…we got’s the beats) getting into Jacksonville, we notice there are a PLETHORA of places still open at 10:30. Taco Bell was thrown out (I think as a joke, although I don’t joke about the Bell), along with Wendy’s. Then, as if by fate, we see a glowing red sign that read, “Steak N’Shake”. Bingo. We were sold.
We go in, and sit. At this point in the evening I am particularly giddy and giggly. I can’t help thinking that people around us (yes, there were other patrons at this horrible hour) think that I am drunk. I don’t know that I care.
We get our SOFT SPOKEN waiter, Armando (see: scrawny 16 year old). Seriously he mumbled. It was distracting. I order my CHILI CHEESE DOG, small STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE, and FRIES. I know. I broke a cardinal rule in my book. Not only am I about to give myself an early heart attack, but it’s WAY PAST my eating hour. At this point in the night though, I really just don’t care.
Dinner recap:
Chili cheese dog? Good. Milkshake? Delicious. Fries? Perfect.
My one co worker does the smart thing and also orders a milkshake at dinner. The other one gets a COKE. Boring. But is like, I’ll get one later and bring it back. So as we are getting up to pay, my other co worker asks the cashier about making a to-go milkshake. My first impression of this girl is, wow she looks tired. Which I don’t blame her. I probably looked the same. Then she goes on with her spiel of, “well since it’s late we only have so many people waiting on tables, doing cashier, doing drive thru…” (aka, no you won’t be getting a milkshake right now). So my co worker is like, oh that’s alright! Then the cashier says, and I kid you not, “You wouldn’t want me to make your milkshake anyway. I just puked haa”.
UHM WHAT? Why are you sharing that? More importantly, why are you laughing about it? Go home!
We pay and get out of there. It was the weirdest thing ever. I am glad she didn’t say any of this before we ate/glad she wasn’t our waitress. Although maybe it would’ve made me eat a little slower and not stuff a whole handful of fries in my mouth at a time…oh well.
I’m hoping the way this business trip started doesn’t filter through the whole week. That’d be a hoot. It’d also be quite fattening.
-T