8 Hours That Didn't Go To Waste

So today, I drove up to Erlanger to get my security badge for headquarters, came back to Georgetown, and worked the rest of the afternoon. And when I say work, I mean actual work. This might have been the first day in my three weeks at Toyota where I had real work to do. That's pretty much the only news in my life.

Before I came down here, I thought the co-op life would be pretty sweet. After all, all you do is just work 8 hours, and then you're free the rest of the day, right? Wrong-o. There's working out, grocery shopping, making dinner, getting ready for the next day, cleaning up your mess of a room, or just wanting to sleep. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind it down here, good money, good friends, good (fill in the blank).

Geez, I thought I had a lot to talk about, but apparently not. I've officially been to Buffalo Wild Wings here more in 3 weeks than I'd been in Michigan in all my life. We watched MSU lose to UM last night, which was more than disappointing.

I'll end it with a little story. Leaving Erlanger today, I stopped at the Wal-Mart to get a milkshake from McDonald's. You read right, a McDonald's inside the Wal-Mart. Anyway, at this McWal-Mart, you will find the kindest, nicest McDonald's employee in the world. I don't remember his name, but when I approached him at the counter, he was sitting on a stool, legs spread eagled on the counter top (try and visualize that, it's really off putting). Here's the ensuing dialogue, best as I remember:

McWal-Mart Employee: Hello there, what can I get for you?
Me: Um, can I get a medium chocolate milkshake?
McWal-Mart Employee: Well, they only come in one size, but you can definitely have that! That'll be--
Me: Oh, could I have a medium fry too?
McWal-Mart Employee: Sure, you can have anything you want, except for my girlfriend (he points to the wheelchair bound lady he was talking to before I came up).
Me: Oh, haha.

Now that I think of it, that wasn't that funny. I guess it was just the way he was sitting and his unfailing kindness that got me. Then again, his "girlfriend" asked him to speak with the manager, because he was "so wonderful." And that's the story of the nicest McDonald's employee in the world, nay, the universe. If you're ever in the area, here's the address of the McWal-Mart:

4999 Houston Road, Florence, KY

Seriously, that man changed my life. How often does that happen?