Food In, Baby Out

(I work for a small local café. It’s late in the evening and I am busy with tables and to-go orders. A customer calls to put in an order.)

Me: “Thanks for calling [Café]. What can I get for you?”

Caller: “Yeah, I need one chicken gyro and a cream soda to go.”

Me: “Anything else for you this evening?”

Caller: “No, but I am in a hurry. Could you just bring it out to the car for me? I just went into labor and cannot get out of the car.”

Me: “Um… is there anyone else with you?”

Caller: “Only my two-year-old.”

Me: “Oh, okay. I’ll bring it out to you when you arrive.”

(It actually takes an extra thirty minutes for her to drive up and pick up her order. Surprisingly, when she arrives, she sits in the car for another twenty minutes and eats her meal all while she’s in labor with a two-year-old in the back seat.)