The carhop, I'll call her Lisa, has been having an unravelling, a glorious blooming. Me and the other agents are enjoying it.
You might recall Lisa from earlier posts, a wild middle aged woman who works at a drive Thur fast food joint, bringing food out to the cars, her hair all wild and loud as can be. Always willing to share too much information, she had recently been encumbered by an irritating infection we couldn't believe she was talking about.
Then one day come the news: Lisa was coming out of her closet and announcing to the world she had a daughter she had given up for adoption when she was born, 42 years ago on the 9th of April. She had never had any other children and hoped one day to be reunited with her daughter. Recently she became making inquiries and learned her daughter had recently begun to look for her. All she knows at this point is the woman is local, has some kids of her own. Social Services is working on a meeting betwixt the two in a couple of weeks.
Then the paranoia set in. What if this child of hers had driven thru and been waited on by her, what is she would be looked down upon for being a car hop and a free spirit? It grieved her to think so.
We rode thru this afternoon to grab some lunch and my gawd, she had her hair all done up, her clothes were clean and she was wearing glasses. She looked like someones mother. She looked "respectable". She is still so excited, to learn the child was still alive, to have the opportunity to explain to her that her parents would not let her keep her daughter; "I hope she is not mad at me" she said, with that look in her eyes of a lost pet on the road.
"Surely not" I told her. "She wouldn't have been looking for you if she was" and I wondered if in her exuberance to tell the world she might tell the one person she gave birth to on 9 April 1965. I am hopeful for her, I am caught up in her drama. I am emotionally investing in the outcome of this situation. It feels good.