The man behind the checkout counter was clearly exhausted. Either that or he hated his job.
He was in his late twenties at the most, yet he moved with the slumped shoulders and the exhausted face of a much older man - of someone who was desperately ready to clock out for the day.
I didn't blame him. Who knows what was going on his personal life, or what kind of day he had experienced at work. He wasn't rude, just clearly ready to be anywhere but behind that counter.
After he took my order, prepared my food, and told me how much I owed - all in the same, exhausted voice, I said dryly, and without much forethought, "You look REALLY happy."
His face creaked into a surprised smile, and a startled chuckle escaped his lips. After that, his slump was gone, and he finished checking me out with a genuine smile on his face. The store closed in five minutes so I like to think I helped him end his workday on a slightly happier note.
I didn't blame him. Who knows what was going on his personal life, or what kind of day he had experienced at work. He wasn't rude, just clearly ready to be anywhere but behind that counter.
After he took my order, prepared my food, and told me how much I owed - all in the same, exhausted voice, I said dryly, and without much forethought, "You look REALLY happy."
His face creaked into a surprised smile, and a startled chuckle escaped his lips. After that, his slump was gone, and he finished checking me out with a genuine smile on his face. The store closed in five minutes so I like to think I helped him end his workday on a slightly happier note.
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