Facing The Cook’s Wrath

Have you ever had to face someone’s fury no matter how much you DID NOT WANT TO??? 

It’s horrible.

Trust me.

I’ll tell you my story, and hopefully, you can take something from it today, and walk away with something new to think about. Or maybe its not new, maybe you’ve had to do something like this before, too, and I hope this will make you laugh and let you know you’re not alone!

So this is kinda how it went.

I was at work (This happens to be the place most of my interesting tales come from), where I waitress part-time, and I was taking the order of one particular cranky old lady…

I’ll have the cheeseburger with no mustard, no relish, none of that c–p.” She said.

Inwardly I raised my eyebrows with a grin. “Okay… umm, would you like fries?” 

“Of course. But no gravy!” 

So I went away and was punching in the order. I put a side note that said “No Relish. No Mustard.” But I didn’t know what all was included in her somewhat crude statement. So I decided to leave the note like that and ignore the rest since I didn’t know what “the rest” was. 

That is where I went wrong.

Dead Wrong.

(Okay, okay, it definitely wasn’t THAT bad, but it felt like it at the time.)

So then I continued on with my work, then her burger came out and I delivered it to her.

She said thank you politely, then lifted the meat patty and said, “Ohhh. No. No. I can’t eat this.” She paused in disgust. I waited, holding my breath. “There’s ONIONS on it.” 

Kind of flustered, I said, “Umm, would you like me to take it back and scrape them off or do you want a new burger or what?” Don’t worry! I didn’t let my annoyance be obvious. 

But my question is also where I went wrong. I shouldn’t have asked HER what to do. Of course, she’ll say get me a new burger because it doesn’t cost her anything!

And… she did. “Yeah, you’re gonna have to make me a new one. The onions are touching the meat, so yeah I can’t eat that.” 

“Okay, do you want everything off or just the onions?”

“No, the pickles are fine, I want them on there, but no onions.”

So I took the burger back and timidly said to the cook, “Uhh, she didn’t want onions on it. Would you be able to, I don’t know, make her a new burger or something? Sorry.”

The cook immediately thought I was blaming him and defended himself. “It only said NO RELISH NO MUSTARD. It didn’t say ‘no onions’ so I was just following what it said. I didn’t know-“

“It’s okay. I didn’t know she didn’t want it either.” 

“She didn’t tell you?”

I cringed. “No, not really…” 

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”

“I don’t know…” 

“Make her a completely new burger?” 

“I guess…” I forgot she wanted the pickles.

“Man! People, man!” He took the burger and walked into the kitchen cursing and swearing. 

I blew out my breath in relief. 

Then the cook gave me the burger and I saw he had removed the pickles. That’s when I remembered she WANTED them. I groaned.

“Well, I don’t care. She deserves no pickle and tons of onion!” I thought sourly. “I am NOT going to risk his wrath just for her to have some pickles.” 

And I took it out to her a second time. 

“Here you go,” I was somehow able to keep a pleasant facade. 

“Thank you.” She examined it sternly. “Ohhh. No. No.” She shook her head disapprovingly. Again, I crossed my fingers and held my breath, waiting for her criticism.

“I’m sorry?”

“There are no pickles on it.”

I didn’t know what to say. “Do you want me to take it back?” I offered.

“No, just bring me a plate of pickles.” 

I walked back, moaning. There was NO WAY I could ask the cook for another favour!! He’d kill me!!

I decided I would just pretend I forgot. 

So while I was dilly-dallying behind the bar, trying to persuade myself that ignoring it was the best option, my conscience became louder than my common sense.

I knew I had to get her the pickles. 

NOOOOOOOOO! My brain fought back.

But I had to! 

So while I was trying to decide, the cook came behind the bar to pour himself a drink. “Hey Alabama, sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up on you like that. I know it wasn’t your fault.” 

*Big cringe coming from me*

I laughed nervously. “Thats okay… um…” I forced the words through my lips before I could stop myself. “Would you mind getting me a few pickles?”

His jaw dropped open in total disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Are you stinking kidding me??” His voice raised incredulously. 

*Another Cringe* 

“Yes…. sorry…” My timid little voice was barely audible. He laughed and swore again, then laughed. 

“Why do people have to be so picky, man?” 

But this time he was in a better mood, and wasn’t mad at me, just annoyed at the customer. 

Which suited me just fine.

So he put the pickles on a plate, which I gave to her, and everything worked out, and the cook is NOT forever hating me… AND I did the right thing. 

Haha, *sarcastic* I know. Funny right? I did the right thing by giving the lady her pickles. Wow. Congratulations.

Okay, so maybe it was a small thing. 

But my point is that there are times when we have to do something we think will be the end of us. 

I certainly did. I was sure that cook would have my head. But I finally did it anyway, and it turned out fine. 

This is quite insignificant, but I want this to help you when you find yourself in a situation where you’re absolutely terrified to do the right thing, but if you don’t, you might be worse off than if you did what you should’ve. 

God will always be with you, even when you have to do something terrifying, or when you stand up for something you believe in(which is usually terrifying), or ANYTHING God has laid on your heart. 

As I was writing this something I’d read on my aunt’s wall popped into my head. She had a quote that said, “The will of God will not take you where the grace of God will not protect you.” 

That is something that has stayed in my heart since I read it, and it means a lot to me. I think that quote sums up what I am trying to say very well. 

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