a servers lament (350 hits)
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Submitted by <Art> (View user info) at 2006-11-28 10:08:06 EST
This is a new place in town, and either they'll go belly up within a week or they'll exhibit some staying power. Either way they're going to be booked solid for at least a solid week, maybe more if people look past the strange food and embrace the disgustingly large portions.
There is a very spiteful look on the face of the man behind the counter.
"Two, non-smoking; next!"
As he stands organizing the orders in his snake of a line, an uproar seems to be resounding in the area surrounding his work station. The playpen was full, and more guests were brining their children. Well, since he seems to be the only waiter ever on duty the entire restauraunt becomes his work station. At times like this the poor guy wishes he smoked cigarettes, just to bleed those corporate whores of a few measly minutes where he isn't working his hands to the bone.
Up and down his penguin suit are remnants from exploding dishwashers, fiery embers, and torn trashbags. He might as well have massive footprints going up the length of his entire back. Just like any one elses slice of Americana, it seems that our friends are either overworked and underpayed or vice versa. Although mostly alone in a crowd, sometimes co-workers decide to figuratively pull down each others pants on stage, to keep the boredom from eating alive there already baked and battered bodies. The kitchen is a safe haven, right by the door lies the idle soft drink machine, the one unwavering high point of his shift.
Behind those doors is a world where this mildly deranged creature is nothing more than a servant and jester to a peanut gallery feeding from a trough. A heap of flesh clumped together for servicing others. But back here, he can sit, and drink, and for a few moments be once again master of his own chronology. But just like clockwork (because it is clockwork), a distant bell resounds within his cranium. He approaches numbed yet beyond reproach, like glass shattering in a silent movie.
He looked at the customers mouth beating like the wings of a hummingbird. All he heard was a static fuzz, as he looked on the floor at a piece of half eaten trout, and up again at a man forcing a napkin in to his face. This man was making a murder out of a candy striped bouncing ball, and the waiter, accustomed to subservience kneeled and proceeded to clean the refuse from the floor, which was now far from edible. He looked down on to the plate in disgust and began to walk away.
"We would like the check, please, and could you please retreive our child from the playroom?"
As he approaches the kitchen he walks right by the enticing and refreshing soft drink machine, and continues on towards the back office. He puts the leftovers in a bag, and continues back in to a meat freezer. The cold echo of the locked door held wails and moans of panic and fear.
By the end of the night there was an unidentified chill going down everyones spine. Eventually the freezerwas pryed open. It was far too cold to see more than a few inches ahead, but the rooms was empty of sound, besides a few heaps on rusty hooks and the fabric of a sweater unraveling on to the stiff, crimson, soul less chopping block.
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Submitted by Dimebenda (user info) at 2006-11-29 16:12:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
It looks like a good start but there's no ending?
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No beginning or ending, just sheer mental masturbation, a brief moment in time that may or may not have happened (it didn't happen). It really makes you think (no it doesn't).
Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2006-11-29 07:50:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
When I saw her at McD's
She said can I take your order please
And she smiles when she sees me
Because it's company policy
Submitted by homer42 (user info) at 2006-11-28 10:39:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
It looks like a good start but there's no ending?
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2006-11-28 10:38:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
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I work at burger king making flame broiled whoppers
I wear paper hats
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
I gotta run
Don't bob for fries in hot fat
it really hurts bad
and so do skin grafts
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Where is the bell?
Wait for the bell
Can't hear the bell
Where is the bell?
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
I work at burger king making flame broiled whoppers
I wear paper hats
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Diiiing friiiiies aaaaare dooooooone
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-11-28 10:21:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked this
Submitted by Mike-Mc (user info) at 2006-11-28 10:19:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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