CHAPTER 2
Alice was a grown adult now but today would definitely not be her first rodeo. She was walking off the job and had no intentions of taking a few extra seconds to take off and return the apron. The crowd of customers grew longer and began crossing their arms in frustration portraying poopy pants faces and expressing their hangryness. The usual dorky manager in the back put down his iPhone to see what the hold up was being as this was not good that Alice was the only one running the register. The manager threw on an apron with hopes it might conceal the excitement from what his iPhone screen was giving him just a minute earlier.
"Alice you look lost....what's going on? Do you need me to help you at the register? Regina should be here in just like 15 more minutes...I just need you to hang on"
Alice grabbed the business card and quickly stuffed it into her bra. The only safe place in her mind at the time. It had been a long time since any hands but her own had been inside there and she knew it would be safe.
"I'm sorry Joe it's an emergency....I can't stay here....there's no time for me even to clock out."
Joe all but pulled his own hair out and was at a loss for words. "But...what...what did I do? Whatever it is I can fix it!" He implored. Alice managed to rip the apron off in record speed and dropped it onto the floor instead of hanging it up with the others. She spun her voluptuous body around and headed towards the back door exit. She managed to move at the speed of a fireman while shocking everyone in the restaurant. Everybody listened intently as she parted with her last words.
"Nobody did anything Joe, there's been a serious emergency....I must go!"
The wind outside slammed the back door shut as Alice did her best to keep her balance as she danced around the grease in the parking lot making her way towards her car. She was so in tuned to what she was doing that she never took notice to the high school drop out dish washers staring at her from inside the glass trying to assimilate the entire story for their evening tweets and Facebook postings.
Alice hopped into her baby blue 1983 Ford Escort and wore the starter down until the engine finally fired up. Black ghastly smoke filled the Wendy's parking lot like it always did whenever she could finally get her lil Jalopy started. The dishwasher boys giggled from inside the glass windows while glimmer filled their eyes as if the whole thing might be "an act" for maybe some legwork involving a disability case of some sort. Their parents had already informed them that the government was already giving free money to fat people that couldn't roll out of bed and make it to work on a daily basis. To them it seemed like a perfect gig for Alice because they had already overheard some of the snooty college girls refer to her as a "waste of space" and a "Wendy's lifer" because they believed she had no intentions ever to better herself and her short comings in life were nobody's fault but her own.
If only they knew that Alice had just taken her first step towards a substantial raise.....Alice would soon be a well respected employee....a well respected employee under the wing of none other but the notorious.....DIRTY BIRD.