Brian would reply in a slightly slurred voice, 'nafins'.
I understood what he said; my grandmother spoke in the same way after her first stroke. I kind of felt bad because I had forgot that since Brian was in a wheel chair and had only one foot, probably lost to diabetes, that he could not reach the napkin dispenser, but, I remembered the sugar and cream. Brian would always come to my line, so many years later the only explanation as to why that I can think of is that I treated him not like a disabled person, but as a person.
A few years ago I was driving through downtown Oakland with my wife I thought I saw Brian at a bus stop. I slowed down and as we passed by I realized that it was not him. I told my wife this same story I have written; that McDonald's I used to work at had closed a six months after I moved on. Once in a while something will jog a memory from the time that I worked there, I often wonder what happened to my old coworkers and customers.
