My Pleasure!

Dear Chick-Fil-A,

You have forever changed my vocabulary.

Yes, I was one of those kids who worked at the local CFA over the summer. And ya know what? It was actually pretty fun. And now I can swirl soft-serve icecream (or icedream) onto a cone like nobody's business - a very handy talent to have.

I'm also now one of those people who usually says "my pleasure" instead of "you're welcome."

It's real. It happens.

Since I've been away from the job for about a month now it's started to diminish. Slightly. My roommate still catches me. Or just laughs at me. I've gotten better about not saying it to my friends though - it usually appears when I'm talking to someone I don't know:

*holding the door for the miscellaneous student behind me*
her - "thanks"
me - "my plesu- ... yeah, sure thing..."
*ignore the "haha, I know where YOU work" smirk and walk off*

*lent a pen to the guy next to me for math lecture. end of class"
him - "here's your pen. thanks"
me - "my ple- ... yup."
*ignore the awkward look, shove things into backpack and scurry out*

*taking my food from the cashier at Moe's*
her - (because she's required to) "thank you, have a nice day"
me - "my pl... thank you..."
*take food, hurry away like an awko taco*
jill - "haha. I heard that"
me - " -_- "

Just some examples of the most common situations in which this verbal transaction occurs. Some instances are more awkward than others. Older people generally seem to appreciate it, so hopefully it earns me points in the "what a polite young person" category. And other CFA employees get a kick out of it. And really, so does anyone who likes Chick-Fil-A. So I suppose it's not such a terrible thing after all.