That painting by Michelangelo on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
Because every day there is some car that doesn’t pull up far enough, and I can see both of us thinking (me and the next car) that if we /both reach just a LITTLE farther/– and it leads to this mental image of me leaning down from the window like God to bestow change on man, stretching up from their mini-van, arms extended and fingers almost touching, but not quite, while wind threatens to make us drop the quarters and dimes to the unreachable realm below their tires.
And then the car in front of them pulls forward and they’re actually at my window, and none of those dramatics are necessary as I repeat “$4.65, please” and scoop out 35 cents to drop in their waiting palm in return. It took 1 minute and 39 seconds from ordering to them leaving my window.
My super amazingly talented friend drew this for me, based on this post and me talking about the pain of this in person (and her also thinking back on fast food days and contributing) and I’m so grateful for both the arm definition on that customer, the angry face in the background, and the tears in my eyes as I hand it out.
Molly's Monsters 