It's crazy what you can observe whilst working in fast food.
I was determined that I wouldn't be one of those kids who worked in fast food.
Things don't always go according to plan.
There is one thing that fascinates me about working in the fast food industry: the people.
(Don't get me wrong: the people can also be the bane of my job.)
The restaurant that I work in sees a lot of elderly folk. I'm not exactly sure why, but we quite a few regulars come in who are well into their Golden Years. And I love them. They're smart, hilarious, and down-right adorable. (I dare you to see a couple that is celebrating their 43rd anniversary and not get that warm mushy feeling inside.)
One day, I was chatting with this elderly woman. She was talking about her husband who had died a few years ago. After expressing my condolences, she smiled at me and told me a short story of some of the things she and her husband had done together during their marriage.
And it got me thinking.
Far too often, I see these customers and nothing more than that: customers. People who come in and buy our food because they're hungry.
Who am I to demean them like that?
Every single person who walks through our doors has a story. A struggle, a victory, a loss, friendship, a betrayal, a love.
But for me, they exist only when I'm asking if they want cheese on their burger.
There is so much life around us. Every person whose order I take has a past and has a future.
It's completely mind blowing.
And it's incredibly beautiful.