We ate our fast food lunch at Burger King one day, as so many Americans do. My husband, his friend, myself, and our almost 2 year old son sat at a table chowing on Whoppers, fries, and a kids meal for the little one.
As we ate, we got the little toy out of the plastic and handed it to our boy. He played with it. I will never forget that little M&M car. It was the kind you pull back and it drives forward. I tried to show my little man how the toy could drive by itself but we couldn’t get it to work.
“I’ll take it back and exchange it when we’re done.” My husband told me.
We finished our lunches and my husband took the toy to the counter while his friend, our son, and I wandered out into the Fred Meyers to look around. I expected it would be a quick exchange since the restaurant was empty and had only had one other customer since we’d been in.
Several minutes passed and my husband met us out in the store. “It works. I stood at the counter waiting for someone to finally come up and help me. While I waited I tried it on the counter top and it worked.” He shrugged his shoulders and handed the toy to our son.
As he handed the toy to our son, a Burger King worker came flying out of the restaurant.
“You stole that toy!” She screamed for the whole store to hear.
You have got to be kidding me.
She continued to scream as she headed toward us. “I saw you steal that toy right off our counter! You thief! You stole that toy!”
I stepped around my husband. Humiliation danced across my body. And then anger set in.
“We did not steal this toy. We just ate in your restaurant and got it in my son’s kids meal.” I stomped past her. “I will prove it.”
I raced into the Burger King and went straight to the counter. I pointed at the gal who had taken our order a mere twenty minutes ago, if that. “We just ate in here. Do you remember taking our order?” I recited exactly what we ordered while the accuser stood glaring at me.
“I don’t know.” The cashier responded. “We have so many customers, I don’t remember.”
“You’ve had one customer since we were in here. One. You really don’t remember taking my money or handing our order that included a kids meal to me?” I tried to stay calm but I was fuming inside. “I can go pull our lunch garbage out of that garbage can right now. It’s sitting on the very top because we just left.”
“Sorry, I don’t remember.”
“Fine. We paid for this toy and did not steal it. I am not paying you for it again.”
No one said anything as I turned and stormed back out into the Fred Meyer. I silently dared the screamer to follow me back into the store or call the cops over the “stolen toy”.
To this day, I still wish I’d actually pulled our garbage from the garbage can at that Burger King and proved them wrong. I wrote a letter to the manager but never heard back from them. We’ve never stepped foot into that Burger King in the last 15+ years.
While this story is pretty out there, I mean come on, who really steals a Burger King toy?
We are guilty of stealing another person’s dignity when we gossip about them with others. When I see someone do something that seems off or when I hear a little piece of a story and form my own opinion without getting all of the facts.
This Burger King employee thought she was protecting her employer. She didn’t have all the facts – and she completely went about handling it the wrong way – and she made a judgment and acted on it.
Ever done that?
Let’s make a pact, shall we? The next time the temptation to gossip or judge presents itself remember this Burger King employee. Ask yourself, do I want to be like that woman screaming in the store humiliating someone else and myself?
Proverbs 16:28 A dishonest man spreads strife, and a whisperer separates close friends.
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