Ok. So I’m totally an epic example of a creature of habit. I’m highly scheduled, completely predictable and at my best when I know what to expect (well by best I probably mean most calm – ‘besting’ at Nancy involves more variables than consistency alone). Not surprisingly, I have a tendency to order the exact same thing at specific restaurants. I figure, if I already know I like it, why risk it on something different – which is a bit ironic since I love so many different kinds of food. I digress.
Typically, my office building food court doesn’t provide a plethora of healthy options (or at least healthy options that appeal to me) so I try to avoid relying on it for lunch food. When I do end up in the food court, one of my go to options is the Baja Salad from Wendy’s. I know, I know – doesn’t sound that healthy right? And to be honest, I could do better, but in terms of a quick lunch it’s not that bad. The Salad is served with Guacamole, Chili, Tortilla Chips, Dressing and – my favourite – Hot Sauce. Personally I have always found that the Chili and Hot Sauce provide more than enough to the meal, that I always ask not to have the chips dressing – which also helps improve the nutritional content slightly. Somehow over the years, a Manager at this particular location has begun to recognize me, even saying hello at a different location I once went to on a weekend. He also seems to understand that I’m really more interested in the hot sauce than the salad itself, and gives me a heaping pile of the little golden packages without me ever having to remind him.
Being a known customer at a Fast Food joint isn’t exactly a highlight for me – but the Manager is always so friendly that I just go with it and make sure to wave even if I’m just passing by. I went down for my usual lunch on Monday, and as he was cheerily filling my order and joking about the quantity of hot sauce I consume (apparently, this banter doesn’t get old) he looked up at me and smiled and said “You’ve lost weight! Excellent!” I smiled, nodded vigorously, grabbed my lunch and bolted.
Is it wrong that I was slightly horrified? And I’m not really sure why – was it because I eat at a Wendy’s often enough for an employee to notice a personal change, or was it because a veritable stranger chose to comment on my weight? I’ll just take it as a compliment and move on – and maybe start packing my lunch more often 🙂