Drive-thru windows – it’s not about me
I went to the drive-thru at Tim Horton’s today, naturally thinking of my own convenience. I was on the go so I didn’t go in. It was raining so I didn’t go in. It was raining and coming in my window while I placed my order. I tried to be mindful of my tone-of voice because my kids inform me that I sound rude when I place my orders. I don’t mean to, I’m just not thinking about the way I sound. I’m in a rush after all. When I got to the pick-up window more rain came in, and as I extended my arm it got really wet. I was hoping my honey cruller wouldn’t get soggy in the transfer. Then the worker asked me very politely if I would mind shutting off my windshield wipers. I had them on full force and they were spraying her right into her window. A job hazzard I never considered. I started laughing as I apologized. She wasn’t amused. I don’t know if I was laughing because I was embarrased or that it just struck me funny. Maybe both. It reminded me of the time that I accidentally splashed an elderly lady who was standing on the sidewalk when I drove through a puddle. My kids and I still laugh about it, although I was horrified at the time. Today I drove away in my dry car sipping my coffee and feeling like a heal. Relationship. That’s what its all about. Not me. But whom I interact with, everywhere I go. Love my neighbor. Love the person at the drive-thru window. And for heaven’s sake shut off my windshield wipers in the rain.
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