"Yo, Jack, heads up, boss man just walked in." The short order cook, with who Jack was not all that friendly, yelled as he finished up yet another order for a cheese pie. The cook had this idea that Jack and the boss man didn't get along. Jack didn't get along with anyone, not since the trailer incident, and that suited him well enough. Jack nodded and continued washing the lunch rush dishes.
The boss man, walked around the front of the place, talking to a few of the regulars and then he made his way to the kitchen. Jack was actually pretty much done with the dishes at this point, and since he had been on shift since AM, he was ready to head off for a nap before coming back to wash until close.
"Sal, how's the orders been?" The boss man asked the cook. The cook looked up from the stove, and smiled.
"Honest to Christ, people just love the steak salads." He said.
"And the pizzas?"
"Same as usual, mostly slices here and there, and a few pies for the guys down at the fire hall" The boss man nodded. He walked by the bucket that held the pepperonis, pre-sliced, and grabbed a handful.
"I'm going to be out of town for a few days, you can handle the kitchen, right?" He asked. The cooked nodded.
"Sure can, boss."
"And Jack, you'll be okay? I should be back, let me see today is Tuesday, I should be back Saturday at the latest, see one of the gal's up front for your check." Sal said.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Jack said. Jack double checked that all the lunch dishes were cleaned up and he undid his apron. "I'm heading out for a few to catch some sleep, I'll be back in time for the late rush." The cook didn't acknowledge, and Sal sorta just nodded. Jack waited a few seconds and then walked out the back door, grabbing his coat off the nail by the freezer door. The place was okay, the pay was crappy, the people were sort of odd. Sal was out of the area more than he was in the area. The pizza place was busy and Jack got paid, got drunk from time to time, and once or twice had laid a few of the townies.
The alley behind the pizza joint was filled with overflowing dumpsters, collection was not until Wednesday. Jack walked down the middle of the dirt roadway, the wafting of rotten garbage filling his nostrils. His bedroom apartment, with shared bath was three blocks down, two block to the right. The bar with the cheap beer was three blocks down, one block to the left. He reached into his pocket and knew he'd be making a left after his shift tonight. A cat ran out from one of the many over turned garbage cans, a rat a bit larger than the cat was chasing it.
Jack shuffled on.
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