i spit on the side of his face.
i threw $3 next to his head.
“here asshole, this is what you say i owe you plus a tip. i’m gonna go to your cousins place down the street from now on.. you fucking douche!"
he just layed on the ground. he knew better than to get up. i was wicked pissed now. i opened a pack of cigarettes and lit a smoke. i looked at him one last time and got in my car. he got up and went back into his store. i turned up my stereo. nirvana was playing. it was 'drain you', what a fucking good song. i put the car in drive and took off to work. i looked in the rear view mirror, i had a decent sized knot on the side of my face. i could smell my crotch, it was real ripe. thankfully i was just cooking tonight.
i walked in, fred was at the register looking all haughty.
"you're late."
"you're gay."
"no seriously, you're late. i'm gonna have to write you up. you are late all the time and i'm really sick of it."
"fuck you fred, i'm on time. you write me up an i'll tell cameron about you refunding meals and keeping the money."
"i split the money with you dumbass, you don't want to do that anymore? fine by me." he was really grumpy today. fuck. hmm...?
"what's the matter fred, somebody shit in your hot chocolate again?"
"no, i'm sick of you coming in late. it's hard to conduct business when we're not fully staffed. you're putting me in a pinch here." i looked around, there were exactly 2 people in the dining room including us.
"seriously man, you're gonna jam me up over this?"
"what happened to your eye? kinky sex?"
"i wish, i got in a fight with the smoke shop owner on the way here."
"is that why you're late?" i looked at my watch, i wasn't late. he was being bitchy for no reason.
"yeah, i guess so?"
"i'm just fucking with you."
"good, my day has been shitty and i wasn't in the mood for cranky freddy tonight."
"listen bitch, i'll be cranky if i want. you're not telling cam about the refunds right?"
"c'mon man. of course not, that's the only real money i make here anyhow."
"dan called for you. he said he was coming by before work."
"yeah right."
"you smell like shit by the way, shit and...old spice?"
"you always smell like ham sandwiches and horseradish, what have you been eating?
"ham sandwiches and horseradish."
"fucker."
"get to work, you have a lot of prep to do prick."
"shocker."
i threw $3 next to his head.
“here asshole, this is what you say i owe you plus a tip. i’m gonna go to your cousins place down the street from now on.. you fucking douche!"
he just layed on the ground. he knew better than to get up. i was wicked pissed now. i opened a pack of cigarettes and lit a smoke. i looked at him one last time and got in my car. he got up and went back into his store. i turned up my stereo. nirvana was playing. it was 'drain you', what a fucking good song. i put the car in drive and took off to work. i looked in the rear view mirror, i had a decent sized knot on the side of my face. i could smell my crotch, it was real ripe. thankfully i was just cooking tonight.
i walked in, fred was at the register looking all haughty.
"you're late."
"you're gay."
"no seriously, you're late. i'm gonna have to write you up. you are late all the time and i'm really sick of it."
"fuck you fred, i'm on time. you write me up an i'll tell cameron about you refunding meals and keeping the money."
"i split the money with you dumbass, you don't want to do that anymore? fine by me." he was really grumpy today. fuck. hmm...?
"what's the matter fred, somebody shit in your hot chocolate again?"
"no, i'm sick of you coming in late. it's hard to conduct business when we're not fully staffed. you're putting me in a pinch here." i looked around, there were exactly 2 people in the dining room including us.
"seriously man, you're gonna jam me up over this?"
"what happened to your eye? kinky sex?"
"i wish, i got in a fight with the smoke shop owner on the way here."
"is that why you're late?" i looked at my watch, i wasn't late. he was being bitchy for no reason.
"yeah, i guess so?"
"i'm just fucking with you."
"good, my day has been shitty and i wasn't in the mood for cranky freddy tonight."
"listen bitch, i'll be cranky if i want. you're not telling cam about the refunds right?"
"c'mon man. of course not, that's the only real money i make here anyhow."
"dan called for you. he said he was coming by before work."
"yeah right."
"you smell like shit by the way, shit and...old spice?"
"you always smell like ham sandwiches and horseradish, what have you been eating?
"ham sandwiches and horseradish."
"fucker."
"get to work, you have a lot of prep to do prick."
"shocker."
