The Time I Was Forgotten

I had just pulled up to one of my favorite sandwich places, I had ordered my regular and was now at the window ready to pay. The girl opened the drive thru window and smiled at me.

“That will be $11.24.”

I handed her my debit card; she slid it and gave me my receipt.

“It will be right out.”

It wasn’t. I sat there for a while, I wasn’t particularly upset, but I was beginning to wonder what was going on. Cars were beginning to pile up behind me in the drive thru. Then she appeared again. I could hardly wait for her to give me my food so I could go eat. She opened the window again and smiled at me.

“That will be $9.04.”

Without thinking, I reached down and grabbed my wallet.

“What a minute,” I said, glancing back up at her, “I’ve already paid.”

What was she trying to pull? She seemed confused.

“Did you not just order the chicken sandwich,” she asked.

“No, I ordered the club with a side.”

She looked back at her computer. Her eyes widen in shock as she realized what was happening.

“Oh my gosh,” she yelled, “I’ll go get your sandwich.”

She slammed the window shut and ran off. She had forgotten me! It a matter of a couple minutes, I was erased from her memory.

​So that’s what that feels like. Huh.