Prompt: "Day 17 — Write a short scenario set in the kitchen of a fast-food restaurant."
Some had turned away and others had stayed to gawk at the cashier who reminded them yet again, "I'm sorry but our fryers aren't working so we can't serve any chicken, fish or other fried goods." Still amazing how many people keep asking.
Sitting on back line keeping an eye on Bill who's fixing away at the "new" fryers we got. Apparently a nearby store was so kind as to donate them to our pitiful restaurant. Voila! Busted fryers. Which Bill is fixing away while I keep tossing down sandwiches. You'd never seen so much back-flow in one area and complaints about circumstances that are out of your hand. But that happens and manager number one is super stressed because today makes the second day without fryers.
Lunch rush is over and I can't seem to sit still. My fingers are so used to making food that they can't seem to stop. It's been a little over two hours and I play with a little napkin I've used to clean the sauce I spilled a few minutes ago on that last sandwich. The fryers are still out of commission and by the look on Bill's face, things don't look promising. "Hey, how are you holding up?" goes the sound round the store. Everyone seems to be all right but our manager is still stressing. Slowly but surely, everyone starts prepping to leave. I wash everything I can touched and have touched. Still the fryers are out. Why are they still out? As I heave some trays to the backroom I notice the old ones by the back door sides covered in muck. I think that's the first time I've seen so much grease in my life and the sight makes me want to up-chuck.
Scrub a-dub dub.
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