When we had gotten back to town, we stopped to pick up our last paychecks.
The head server/manager in training, Key, met us at the CrubSide ToGo with our final checks. He mentioned that we could have our jobs back if we came inside and asked for forgiveness.
Out of shock, we laughed. We couldn’t believe that we were being offered our jobs back.
The Key thought we were laughing out of confusion and had once again promised us that we would get our jobs back if we came inside.
Again, we laughed.
Why had the proprietor decided to be gracious now?
Did he seriously not get why we had chosen to leave in the first place; did he not understand that what he had proposed was wrong; that we would never put anything or anyone before God?
Was he still trying to have authority and power over us?
Did he think we would grovel before him and make him our god?
My heart ached; though, I wasn’t sure why.
If I remember correctly, my husband responded, “F that!” in a melancholy way. He and the Key joined together in laughter; they seemed to understand one another. At that, we waved goodbye and drove off.
Though our last goodbye was respected and understood by the Key, my husband and I were not proud of our reaction: