The sun was beginning to set, the night life was beginning to rise, clubs were opening and stores were closing down for the night. Our tale begins at the corner of a bustling intersection where a set of golden arches welcomes those searching for the familiar fast food restaurant, its name plastered everywhere from the sign besides the driveway, the menu by the drive-thru, and the lettering above the glass door entrance.
Entering through the doors we can see a lone chi- er… goat ‘woman’. Yes, a goat woman whose diminutive size was masked by the pair of towering horns resting upon her head. Even with the added height from the horns, she was still fairly short compared to the average customer that came in here.
There she was, mopping the floors as was per usual closing procedure, but this time around it would take a lot longer than usual. Why? Kids.
Some kid decided to wolf down their meal and immediately start running around in the play area. In a matter of minutes, they started to run back to their parents to complain about a belly ache. But before they could, they barfed. Couldn’t even make it to a trash can or the bathroom. Just right there, dead center of the room. What’s worse is that a bunch of other people started puking because of the sight and smell.
In all honesty, she almost had her lunch come up along with the rest of the group, but she held it down. Luckily it all happened near the end of the day, so she was able to close the dining area down and limit all arriving customers to the drive-thru.
Mopping up the last bit of what used to be a McDFC, she began to wipe down the counter and finish up the closing procedures as per usual.
Recounting the events throughout the day made the store manager give out a defeated sigh.
Today marks the second time this week that one of the girls jumped out the drive-thru window and into someone’s car. He didn’t even manage to finish his order when he started with saying “I’d like on small baph-” before her employee screamed “Yes! Take me!” and threw herself to him.
Considering how fast the car managed to get out probably meant that she had taken the wheel…
The manager rubbed her temple knowing that she’d be here for a while filling out the paperwork for this incident. That, and she knew that sometime tomorrow she’d have to explain it to corporate why the Cheshy’s across the street has a video of it happening and was using it as part of their viral ad campaign. By the end of the day there were at least a dozen different people asking about it and showing it to them on their phones.
Damn that smug cat and her viral ads. They’ve been nothing but trouble since they moved in a few months ago. And they’ve been stealing their customers ever since they opened.
Things were hard enough without her around. Customers and their kids in general were already a pain to deal with. Just today some little inbred spawn was causing a hissy fit because he didn’t get a toy he wanted to have in his meal, and when the cashier witch politely told him that he couldn’t trade it as sweetly as she could, he spat out his gum onto her hair.
There have been hellpups with more respect than that little snub. When the two tried to ask the family to leave because of the kid’s behavior, the kid’s mom decided to cause a scene because “There was no way mah sweet little Benjamin would evah spit out gum at a lady like dat! He don’t even chew gum!” as her kid pulled out a fresh stick of gum from his pocket and stuck it in his pie hole.
They swore they’d never come back to such a disrespectful establishment ever again, leaving in a huff and causing a mess while they did. If they could actually keep their word, it would be great. But they’d be back, people like those always come back and stir up more trouble.
Being a manager makes you used to these kinds of things, but it’s still tough on the new girls. She had to bring the witch to the bathroom and help her get the wad of gum out of her hair. Luckily, this wasn’t the first time it happened, so she didn’t have to cut her cashier’s hair… but it probably won’t be the last time either.
She took in a deep breath as she finished up her duties, making one last check around the store before she’d have to go into her office to get the paperwork done for tomorrow.
Whilst she was going through her mental checklist, she failed to notice a car arrive into the empty parking lot, let alone the young man stepping out of it and pulling on the unlocked front door.
The chime sounded loudly in the empty store, surprising her as she perked up to face the newcomer.
Some nervous looking twenty-something, probably still in college, took a glance around the place before finally locking eyes with her.
“I’m sorry, are you closed? The sign said open and the door wasn’t locked.” He managed to squeak out.
“A-ah, umm yes.” She stammered, taking note of the folder he was carrying, “The kitchen is closed, but if there’s anything else I can help you with…”
“Yeah, I wanted to… umm… apply to the opening you have available. It said to turn in the application inside. I would’ve turned it in earlier, but I wasn’t able to get out of class until now. Haha.”
“Is that so? If you’d like I can take a quick glance at your application right now. I’m the manager here so I’ll have to look it over at some point.”
“Oh? That’d be great.”
The boy opened up his folder, pulling out his application all whilst shaking.
He was obviously nervous.
It was adorable in all honesty.
She couldn’t help but let a smile slip as she took his application and gave it a gander.
19. Still fresh.
Worked at another fast food joint not too long ago.
She looked up at him as he tried to make his best poker face in an attempt to look professional, only making him look cute because he still had a bit of baby fat on his face.
“Hmm…” she murmured, looking back down to his application.
“Your application seems fine… but there is something I’d like to confirm before moving forward.”
The applicant’s eyes widened slightly but didn’t say a word, wondering what it is that she’d ask.
“Could you please follow me?” she asked him, leading him to the side so that he could walk behind the counter.
Confused, he followed her behind the counter until the two reached the drive-thru window.
“Alright, do you see that box up there?” she asked, pointing to the shelf just above him containing a box of straws.
“Could you get that down?”
He raised an eyebrow, somewhat confused at the request, but nonetheless reached up and managed to get the light box down without a problem.
“Perfect! You won’t believe how much of a problem it is for us to get stuff off shelves. Could you put that back up now?”
Placing the box back on the shelf, the Baphomet began to lead him to her office.
“Here, we can do the full interview right now. Just step into my office. Also… how do you feel about being called Big Brother?”
Maybe today wasn’t all that bad.
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