I had a lovely v* encounter today at work.
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I work at Wendy's--yippee--and I was at the front counter taking orders. I noticed that a girl about 6 or 7 years old didn't look quite right. But I think this all the time and nothing ever happens, so I went back to taking orders. This girl was with her grandma and they were getting four burgers to go. While they were waiting for their sandwiches and I was taking another order, I glanced over, and about 15 feet away, I saw the puddle. The little girl had v* around her mouth and down her shirt, so I knew it wasn't spilled pop.
I called for the manager and said, "Some girl just got sick out here." She got a guy to clean it up, but the grandmother did most of the work herself.
The surprising part is, I only panicked for a second, and went back to finishing my order. I didn't freak out and run away! I kept working! I kind of had to, since it was the lunch rush. But I can't believe I kept my cool like that. Maybe there's hope for me yet!