Service by a Hunk

Once in a while, I get hash browns from this Burger King that’s right near my favorite coffee place. I’m not much of a breakfast person but when I do it, it’s always best to have fat-laden, high-calorie, barely-recognizable-as-food potato products that enhance the caffeine high with their shot of energy.

Anyway, this nearby Burger King normally only has one person working the counter and/or drive-thru at that time of morning. She’s always exasperated by how much she has to do, and always full of excuses for why she ignores me at the counter for five minutes or why it takes 10 minutes for one car purchasing one small product to get through the drive-thru.

But now it's summer. College kids are back. High school students want jobs. Now, when I go to Burger King, despite the Sunday Funnies spread all over the counter demonstrating their lack of “real work” to do, I get my food immediately.

Icing on the cake? I get it efficiently, with attentiveness and a smile, from a young guy with gorgeous green eyes.

Summer is almost over. I may have to increase my BK frequency, just to offset the imminent return of frustration.