Under Glass Men
There was this abandoned building across the parking lot, and a fence, but I saw men go in there all day. “Would you like to make that a combo with fries, and a drink?” I let go of the button on the headset, and typed up the sandwich. “No thanks.” “If you don’t like fries, you could make that a side salad, or.” I pulled the earphone away when he gunned the motor, and it went right past the microphone, loudly. My manager dropped the burger off, and stuffed napkins in the bag, but she brought a drawer, and unlocked the register while I leaned out, to hand over the order. Broke the 20, and clocked me out. So, I untied my apron, and got a drink to take out to the dining room. While …