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McNormal's: Another Last Food Restaurant by: Roscoe Smith

CHAPTER FIVE: After Midnight: Give Me Strength

   

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At Midnight, several events happened. Two Midnight Employees who were standing by the time clock, punched in. The two Midnight Employees walked to the front line. Mary followed the Midnighters and carried a cashdrawer that she had just finished cashing out. The remaining HighSchoolers who were under the age of eighteen went to the timeclock and punched out. While Mary was up front, she took a Midnight Reading. While a report was printing, the Midnight Cashiers took orders using 'menu pads'.

Mary announced,"Okay, you can take orders now, the report's done." Mary walked by the grill area carrying a cashdrawer and she had a long stream of register tape flowing as she walked. "Jerry!" Mary shouted. "Make two Eggs!" Jerry jumped. He shuffled breakfast utensils around on the counter near the grill. Jerry explained to me,"We always cook two Egg McNothings at Midnight, even if nobody orders them."

I looked up front and into the lobby. The Midnight Crew seemed older than the Evening Crew but younger than the Morning Crew I observed on Thursday morning. Midnighters seemed to be young adults. The Day Crew seemed like older adults. And then there were the HighSchoolers who filled in the blanks. There was enough to keep my attention right there on Back-line. Jerry was explaining how to make Eggs when Mary yelled,"Roscoe! You're doing dishes!" I called back,"Okay, can I watch Jerry make these Eggs first?" "Yeah, go ahead," was her reply.

While Jerry made the Eggs, I checked out the Midnighters. They seemed to know their jobs well and they seemed to be going into a cleaning routine. One Cashier was cleaning, the other Cashier was waiting on a customer. Making the Eggs seemed easy, in fact everything seemed easy to do until attempting to work under adverse conditions. The Egg McNothing cooking lesson lasted three minutes, I thanked Jerry and walked toward the sink area.

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