Carter

Ok, it is really really sad when a 2 1/2 hours shift seems to long to be at work...especially when you have a five hours shift the next day. So I worked the lovely shift of 7:30-10:00 this morning. I have discovered I prefer the morning shifts way more than the day and night shifts. I like the people who work in the morning better...and I think I'm beginning to understand some of the cattiness and gossiping by the employees at night. Although I still think it is immature and unprofessional, but whatever, not my place.
Anyway, so I'm working breakfast and again, group of old guys come in and there is one guy for some reason I just think is the cutest and coolest old guy. I learned today his name is Carter. He is one of the most wrinkly people I have ever seen, and has smoked for years so has that raspy-ness sounds behind his voice. But he'll walk in in the morning, leaning on his walking stick, and say "Hi there ba-doo ba-doo ba" Then order his senior coffee; today saying that I'm just the "bestest worker". Than goes and joins the other old guys. Right before he leaves he'll come order sausage biscuit and a egg biscuit with some jam, doesn't care if its grape or jelly; which ever one I like. So we ring it up for him, refill his coffee as he leaves he looks over and goes "thank you little darlin"
He's always calling me (and probably other female workers) 'little darlin'. For some reason he has become my favorite old guy out of the ones that come in. Although I like pretty much the whole group...and eventually I'll get all their orders straight. Right now I'm still working on names. Every other one is called "Don" and sometimes they'll switch names on you.