From the window at my desk I can see the car sitting in the drive thru lane. I hear the swooshing sound of the tube running through the chute and the kerplunk as it lands in the box above the counter.
I approach the window and press the button turning the microphone on. "Hello Mr. Customer, how are you today?"
"Fine." He stares straight ahead, not bothering to glance at the insignificant person handling his money. He's old. Grumpy. Doesn't have time for small talk, just wants to make his deposit and get back to his barcolounger in time for this afternoon's Columbo rerun.
"I'm just going to step away a moment to take care of this for you and be right back with your receipt."
I notice a white puff of curly hair leaning forward in the passenger seat, the furry little face attached is partially obscured from my view due to pipes leading from the drive thru receptacle into the building. I press the microphone button again.
"Sir, would your dog like a treat?"
His head jerks to the left to face me through the bullet proof glass.
"Excuse me?" he asks, his brow furrowed with confusion.
The puff of curly white hair leans back in the passenger seat. The not so furry face turns to glare at me. I immediately realize my mistake as I smile back at his wife. I swallow the mixture of humiliation and laughter overwhelming me.
"I said, I'll be right back with your receipt."
Welcome to my world. Touching people's lives one embarrassing moment at a time.