Eight o’clock in the evening with two daughters on tow, I had only one thing to accomplish – to feed them and send them to bed. It did not help to have a husband based in another city and a tap that broke down forcing me to shut the valve before the flood forced me to order for rafts to keep us afloat. Daughters by nature are sweet spirited, especially when they are aged 5 and 9. While I frantically tried to impress the plumber with the dire straits of my domestic water works, barely managing to keep my sanity from breaking down too, my daughters suggested a trip to the recently opened Mc Donald’s. They wisely pointed out the effectiveness of the solution which meant that the dirty dishes won't be left in our sink to be washed.
It takes a mother with unique attributes to act on juvenile suggestions and the state of mind in which I was I could connect with the childish need to run away and hide from my problems. I whisked the two into the car and brandished the most pensive look designed to whither any friendly smile.
It was the girl at the counter who thawed me out of my reveries. She settled the person ahead and gave me a widest smile her mouth could muster and said ‘Hi’ with the friendliness of my best childhood friend. I stammered, hemmed and hawed and managed a feeble smile and a subdued hello. Dunno if it complimented her cheerfulness but that was not so rough from my side. I ordered, picked up the stuff and told the young brats to do their bit, which they did voraciously. There was more food than they could stomach, plus the time was running out. The most sought after personality – the plumber was at the doorstep, biting his nails.
The next challenge was to carry the remaining burgers home and have the girls eat it comfortably. I’d need a plastic bag to carry the grub. I sought out the charming cashier and well! She was doing her job at frantic speed. Oops! I nearly missed the guy at the other counter smiling ridiculously to keep up with his colleagues attraction quotient. I thought of checking him out. He did not disappoint. I said “May I have a carry bag”. The beaming smile almost made me wonder if I had asked for the right thing. While I stood doubting of what had he understood he went and got me a few carry bags mumbling some very funny things because he smiled with a luminosity to fuse the brilliance of the lady in the other counter. Couldn’t blame him for trying!
It takes a mother with unique attributes to act on juvenile suggestions and the state of mind in which I was I could connect with the childish need to run away and hide from my problems. I whisked the two into the car and brandished the most pensive look designed to whither any friendly smile.
It was the girl at the counter who thawed me out of my reveries. She settled the person ahead and gave me a widest smile her mouth could muster and said ‘Hi’ with the friendliness of my best childhood friend. I stammered, hemmed and hawed and managed a feeble smile and a subdued hello. Dunno if it complimented her cheerfulness but that was not so rough from my side. I ordered, picked up the stuff and told the young brats to do their bit, which they did voraciously. There was more food than they could stomach, plus the time was running out. The most sought after personality – the plumber was at the doorstep, biting his nails.
The next challenge was to carry the remaining burgers home and have the girls eat it comfortably. I’d need a plastic bag to carry the grub. I sought out the charming cashier and well! She was doing her job at frantic speed. Oops! I nearly missed the guy at the other counter smiling ridiculously to keep up with his colleagues attraction quotient. I thought of checking him out. He did not disappoint. I said “May I have a carry bag”. The beaming smile almost made me wonder if I had asked for the right thing. While I stood doubting of what had he understood he went and got me a few carry bags mumbling some very funny things because he smiled with a luminosity to fuse the brilliance of the lady in the other counter. Couldn’t blame him for trying!
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