Life lessons learned from my daughter Taylor are always interesting. I sincerely hope she keeps teaching me as long as I am able to learn. Just a few dayss ago she called when she got off of work (as she normally does even though she lives 3 hours from us now) to share how her day had gone.
“It was surprisingly good. I had to clean up puke! The poor customer just couldn’t help that they got sick, and since I’m in nursing school I figured I’m probably gonna see that and worse I offered to help clean it after Ms. Emma and me made sure that the customer was okay.” (I’m thought to myself, “Okaaaaaaaaayyy. At least she’s being optimistic about it.”)
I’ll skip the ensuing back and forth that we seem to enjoy (sarcasm is a family “love language” sometimes) and just get to the end of her story... and it’s lesson. Sometime later the customer had apparantly shared her thanks on FB, and mentioned the restaurant’s name along with Taylor’s and Ms Emma’s names as well. The manager saw it and passed his appreciation on to the ladies. Taylor said, “We really just wanted to make sure that they were okay and tried to help them feel better. I never expected that to happen. Who would have thought that cleaning up puke would be the highlight of my day?”
