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

CHAPTER EIGHT: Wednesday: My last Night

   

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Wednesday evening, I arrived at McNormal's very much the same way I arrived on Sunday evening. I expected a receiving committee of laughing HighSchoolers calling me a 'tattle tail' because I talked with Barbera on Monday morning. I did the best thing for the store, there was a problem that should have been taken care of from the top. Someone on the Midnight Shift was doing something wrong that could hurt innocent people.

If their fifty rules were written differently, I would have acted differently. That was all there was to the situation, nothing more.

I walked in the side door. No receiving committee waited for me. In fact, the whole dining area was empty except for two people sitting at one table. They looked like HighSchoolers and there were two books opened laying flat on the table. It looked like they were doing homework.

I entered the Office door not certain what to expect. The first person I saw was James, working on the Grill. James called out,"Hey, here's Roscoe!" Judy was sitting on the desk looking at the schedule. I stood next to Judy and said to James,"Of course I'm here. I'm on the schedule aren't I?" I was looking at the schedule to see who was working, Judy said,"That doesn't mean anything around here, does it?" I told her,"Sure, if you want to keep your job." I asked Judy,"Who's working tonight?" "Betty, Jenni and Peg." I replied,"Peg's working? That's great." "Yeah. We weren't sure you would show up. So, you get some extra training." "That's good, I can use it." She replied,"Yeah, while we blow our labor percent on the Midnight Shift."

I walked through the sink area toward the basement stairs. On the side of the sink, dishes were cleaned, stacked and air drying. I stopped at the top of the basement stairs and called down the stairs,"Peg! Ready or not, here I come!" My voice echoed off the plastered walls. A loud response came back up the stairs,"No! GIVE YOU GOOD ME BETTER YOU A MINUTE WAIT IF NOT GO BY TO DIE!"

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