What can I get cha? [open]

[michael]

Michael get your ass back to work! The lunch crowd is coming in! Sheri yelled at him from behind the counter, jolting him back to the present. His head snapped back forward from its position of looking outside at the calm waters moving along the lake's beach line. It was a beautiful day outside and again he was stuck inside working around a bunch of food. At first it had sounded like a dream job- but that was only when he was hungry. Guess what? He'd applied when he'd been hungry... Not that the place all that bad. Actually, it was pretty fun with all the people that came in, locals and vacationers alike, and it payed for his summer expenses. Usually, he didn't mind working, really like it in fact, but today being such a nice day he was itching to get out and take a swim at least. Litterally, he was itching.

I'm coming, I'm coming, just chill, he told the middle aged woman who'd been yelling at him. She was the manager of the place, and they'd become okay friends. She was still the manager after all, and what had gotten her the position? She was loud! The few older men at the bar area milking their fifth coffees from the morning kept their conversations to a minimum with Sheri around, always butting in.

Michael finally got up from his position at one of the empty window seat tables and walked over to grab some old menus out of their holders. Michael had on his navy blue Dockside t shirt and a pair of khaki colored jean shorts that were frayed on the end from over use. The restaurant was older with all wooden tables and chairs, but kept as immaculate as it could be. He turned to watch the crowd file in from the beach -mostly barefoot and in swim gear- and find their seats all around the place. With the few menus in hand he went over to a table and flipped out order pad and pen, Hey, I'm Michael, what can I get cha today? he asked with his normal customer smile as he set down the menus. Yeah, in a normal restaurant, you'd give the menu and wait for people to make up their minds... But here, the menu was really limited to burgers, fries, and chicken fingers. YUM. Most locals just pushed a menu away anyway.

[james scott harrison]

James walked into the restaurant and took a seat down. Normally he didn’t eat out but today was different. It was just something to occupy his time while he figured out something else he could do. James noticed that the waiter had come over and asked what he had wanted. James knew the menu like the back of his hand so he didn’t even bother to look.

“ I want a cheeseburger with everything on it but pickles and relish, a large fries and two orders of chicken fingers with a coke I guess” He told the guy handing him back the menu. James probably thought this guy was thinking that he had a huge appetite or that he had the munchies. Since James didn’t do drugs it was unlikely that he would get munchies so it was just because he hadn’t eaten in three days. He was nervous it was getting time to go see his mother again and he was dreading it. He hated how she just talked to him like the situation was normal.

What normal mother kills their two year old daughter? Nobody because that wasn’t a normal thing for a mother to do their job was to protect their children not kill them.

[michael]

Although Michael hadn't seen this guy before it guessed he was a local once the menu was put back into his grip. Not too uncommon, he hadn't been working here for that long. He tucked the menus under his arms and took out his order pad and scribbled the requests down on the paper. Usually a guy like this one would only order about t half of that so once it was written Michael looked at him a little. "Are you expecting anyone else dude? Sounds like a lot for one guy, if you don't mind me asking" he couldn't help but asking. It wasn't like the guy was obese or anything and Michael wasn't the conserved type, but he did back off if people wanted him to.

The guy in front of him didn't look too hot actually now that he made eye contact with him. As he waited for a reply, a table of tourists next to him were looking for the menus and Michael handed them over, knowing they'd need a minute anyway. He really didn't understand these people, taking fifteen minutes to read a one page twenty font menu and fighting over what they wanted. Guess, what? That's what these people were starting to do too, along with their little five year old who seemed on the verge of tears not to be able to reach the red crayon. What could he say? Sometimes there wasn't anything else to do but people watch.

[james scott harrison]

James shrugged his shoulders “ Nope just me but I get hungry when I’m nervous” He told the random guy having no idea who he was. Most likely a college student that just moved up here recently. Why anybody would want to move up here always shocked him it sucked up here all James wanted was to get out. It’s not like James would come back very often all he had left was his dad and lately his dad has been over stressed so it’s like he doesn’t even have a dad. James looked around and noticed that it was actually pretty busy around here. Well of course it was the best restaurant in town.

And in his mind the only restaurant that he would ever actually pay for. But if somebody else was paying he would gladly go out to wherever they wanted to eat. Maybe it was about time for James to get a job so he could actually get out of this town when he graduated. Without a job he was going to be stuck here until somebody famous came and discovered him and the chances of that was slim to none. Nobody important ever came here.