The intoxicating smell, or maybe just toxic, hit me as soon as I closed my car door. I packed the 26 burgers and 18 orders of fries into the trunk of my sedan. I started the GPS and the delivery distance was, luckily, only 5 miles away.
With the windows down and vents set to pull in air from the outside, I made my way to the drop off location. The fresh air and cool wind in my hair turned into the stagnate, chemical-laced cloud that hangs over burger joints across the nation. With 1-mile to go, I gagged and responded by setting the fans to the maximum level.
As I waited in the client’s lobby, every passerby stopped and took a double take at the bags from the burger joint. First, they were hit with the trademark smell and next they saw the iconic packaging. Their eyes widened, mouths salivated and they were reminded that it was lunch time. These folks just had no idea.
Lisa opened up the passenger door and stepped in to my car. I could tell she was nervous; she had never done something like this before. The second-hand accounts and website collateral did little to quell her fears today. She clicked her seat belt and we headed to the clinic.
Lisa arrived a few days before the procedure from out of state. She had undergone a smattering of tests to ensure she would be a viable candidate. In addition to compensation for the procedure, the highly-secretive organization paid for her flight, accommodations, and meals.
We reached the clinic at 10:30; there was no turning back now. The preparation from the past few months all came to a head. Lisa met all the criteria, passed all her screens, and was matched with a recipient. She shut the passenger door and walked inside for her appointment.
A friend referred me out for this job. After providing my banking details, I received the donor’s information, as well as, the pick-up and drop-off locations. As this was the first time working together, I requested half of my payment up-front.
An hour later, my phone rang; it was Lisa. I sensed a sign of relief; her voice was clear. I downed the last of my coffee and headed back to the clinic. Inside the car, we talked about the procedure. The doctor put her under anesthesia and she awoke at what felt like minutes later. She felt no pain, no fogginess. Lisa would fly out tomorrow morning and immediately go back to work. After a short car ride, we said our goodbyes. The door shut and I headed to my next job.