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water that’s gone cold I scrub every nook, while simultaneously shoving my fingernails into each and every cranny.
    I hear Grace raising her voice up front.
    “I don’t care if you’re the only one here you’re not getting a dam thing till you get that truck out of my parking lot!”
    I turn to the camera to see her and the trucker guy yelling at each other. He throws his hands in the air and walks out of view.
    “Jesus people these days!” She scowls coming back around the corner.
    “He park his eighteen wheeler in the parking lot?”
    “Ya, and I told him he needed to move it. Then he proceeded to tell me not to worry about it, and that he would move it after he got his food.”
    “You probably could have just made it really quick,” I tell her.
    “It’s the principle, I didn’t like the way he was talking to me. Like I was some lowly Mcwhore,” she giggles.
    “You should have just called me up I’d of handled him.”
    “Oh sure, the burley crewmember currently suffering from prune y figures,” she laughs to me.
    “Hey, I can be intimidating if I want to.”
    “Ahem,” we look to the front a young man standing at the cash register. You can tell just from the sight of him that he doesn’t need to hit up the dollar menu to eat.
    Poking her head around the corner, “oh, sorry didn’t see you” Grace apologizes going up to him.
    I start to turn back to finish the dishes when I hear it, s he laughs. He says something with a sly smile and she laughs. I feel an instant hatred curdling in my stomach. It feels heavy, an emotional instant oatmeal of anger and hatred that probably isn’t as healthy as its literal counterpart.
    He does it again. His smile filling his fat asshole face as she laughs giving up the highlight of my day like it’s not worth half of what I’ve made it out to be.
    I stare entranced as she fiddles with the cash register.
    BEEP! His order fills the screen in grill.
    O now that was a mistake. I think to myself as I prepare my revenge. I’m no meteorologist but I would bet a lot of money that there’s going to be puke showers on the shoulder of the interstate tonight.
    I nonchalantly walk to the back room and start to dig through the garbage. The Grease coated trash bag clings to my arm as I maneuver through the initial layer of used Kleenex and paper towels. The smell of delicious fried food mixing with; well I guess what use to be delicious fried food fills my nostrils. Trying not to fall into the can I make my way down.
    Eureka towards the bottom past the remnants of half filled drinks a few random cigarette butts and something that I swear ran away, two meat patties lay love laced on the ground. Slowly peeling them off the bottom of the can I bring them to the light for inspection.
       One looking nearly perfect despite the fact that it’s probably been sitting there for at least a day. The other having a smashed french fry on one side while the other is coated in an odd sheen of something that probably has yet to be discovered by science. Wiping off the fry I take them back up front and throw them on the grill.
    “Hey man it’s gona be a minute Imma cook it up fresh for ya.” I yell to him with a smile.
    “Alright thanks brotha,” he points back to me with a wink.
    “No problem bro,” I smile back.
     
    CHAPTER…
     
    Finally, after fifty customers, two cows worth of burgers, and probably twenty newly clogged arteries we close the store, and walk to Graces car.
    “Shotgun,” I yell sarcastically as she rolls her eyes at me.
    “Naw, I’m making you sit in back.”
    “You’re not gona let me ride up front?” I ask. “Why? Will my incredible handsomeness distract you from driving?”
    She laughs, “Oh, of course, at least with you in the back I’ll be checking my rear view mirror!” She replies with her incredible giggle.
    Everything’s perfect, I’m absolutely lost in her, and being as lost in the moment as I am, I make the apparent mistake of