When I was 15 I had a job working at a local taco drive through. I really wanted to work at the grocery store across the street, but they wouldn’t hire you until the age of 16. I still had a few months. My job at this restaurant was to take the drive through orders. Back in that day you would push the button and the person in the car would shout their order into the microphone. Your order would then come through the speaker and several people could hear it. One day I was working, and taking my orders as usual. Your dad came through the drive through. Of course I could not see it was him when he was “placing his order”. I turned on the speaker, welcomed him, and said how can I help you? He asked if it was me answering. I said yes. He asked again and used my full name. I said, yes this is me. At this point I was confused. I had never had a customer ask me if it was me. A few of the employees had noticed this was a very different conversaation as well. Some of them were half listening to the order. I was known for running a fast window, so I tried to encourage the customer to make an order. How can I help you? I asked. The customer told me his name, and asked I was wondering if you would go out with me Saturday night? The whole restaurant was silent. I don’t know if they were trying to figure out what he said, or knew what he said.
First, I was totally shocked. I had no idea he was thinking of asking me out. For a moment I was asking myself, is this a joke? Who is this? Second, I was insanely shy. I quickly realized everyone was listening in at this point. He asked again, will you go out with me Saturday night? His voice sounded so excited and happy. Although I still could not see him, I knew he had a big smile on his face. His voice was so animated. I told him yes.
Everyone in the restaurant cheered. Where they were just moments ago working in or a customer of a taco joint, they were now a part of an event the beginning of a new relationship, a first date. Your dad said in a most happy voice… YES! Now I don’t know if he never was hungry, or forgot to eat, but he told me ok and he would call me, and then he drove right through. Well wait a minute, he didn’t drive right through. He screached right through. You will have to ask him about his car sometime, but it was, I believe a blue, ’72, Cutlass Supreme. It had a rag top, and he kept the top down most of the time. There were a few times before this I had seen him, and he just really liked to drive fast. He would often screetch away.
It was one of the most embarrassing and yet precious moments I have had.