I thought my wallet was stolen. I was scared....terrified.....PANICKED.... with little sweat beads breaking out on my head. I discovered my missing wallet in the BK drive-thru on East Main. Ordering a sandwich for a client, I had just pulled up to the window to pay for my purchase, and move on. As I opened my purse, with the little boy waiting in the window, I began to feel nervous because no matter how much, or where I looked; my wallet was not to be found. With tears of anxiety in my eyes; I looked at the employee and moaned, Its not here, my wallets not here...... He took one look at me, made a face of disgust, slammed the window in my face and walked away from me, leaving me alone and desperate. Later, after much soul and possession searching, I found my wallet in Sydneys diaper bag; and while I wont admit how it got there; it was my fault. To that little, BK boy, who slammed the window in my face... in my moment of need....just know...if you care...that I wont be back EVER. All you had to do was ask if I was okay. You showed no empathy whatsoever for my plight (even a little false concern would have helped); and I believe Karma will come back around and give you your due; but Ill pray that it doesnt...because thinking that youve just lost all your money and credit cards is a fate I wouldnt wish on you....you rude little man. As a final, parting shot, Ill simply end with this very judgmental question, YOU want $15 an hour?......youll have to do it without me. Peace, Love, Oreos and Chocolate Milk to you and yours.....Good Night......
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 01:54:04 +0000
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