Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Life in a Small Town

OK, there are some really fun parts to living in a small town. Like this morning.

The phone rings at 7:15am, and I answer.

It's the school lunch lady.

She was calling to apologize to Mark. Yesterday Mark had a dentist appointment, so he went to school late, and thus got his lunch order in late. He didn't happen to tell the office that he had wanted the PBJ entree, so he was down for a regular lunch. When he went through the line, he told Mrs. N that he wanted the PBJ, and she said she'd make him one and bring it to him.

And then she forgot.

So this morning, her waking thought (her WAKING THOUGHT!) was of this and that "Oh my gosh! Mark went home hungry!" And she felt so badly about it that she called. And today she's going to give him an extra meatball. mk

2 comments:

Ro said...

Great story!

elise said...

Wow. Now that's what I call customer service. Speaking of which, my mother is an assistant principal, and she swears that she calls all her little students "customers". As in, "Oh, I had this little customer in my office today; he had a tough time at recess and got into a fight with his little friend."

Weird.