Out in the Back of the Store
Lias Story
Lia, Im going to smoke outside, is that ok with you? Vicky yelled to me from the backroom of Baskin-Robbins.
Yeah, sure. I replied with app arnt annoyance, glancing nervously at the expanding line of customers.
It is unexpressed for me not to hold grudge against Victoria: she has arrived to work for alone five minutes, which she devotedly spent giggling into the phone. Just when I imagination she is done, she claims that needs to go chain-smoke in the back of the enclose - without even considering helping out her hectic co-worker.
Oh, well, maybe it is all(a) for the better. She cant do anything other than making a big multitude anyways. I comforted myself, digging my resentful scooper deep into the army tank of ice cream. From the other side of the counter, some little kids are shouting a million flavors of ice cream at once; I bent my upper body deeper into the freezer, wishing to bury myself into the German Chocolate Cake in expect of me.
Miss? Hello? Miss? A heavily stressed voice forced me to temporarily excuse myself from the freezer.
Yes, Maam? I leaned forward.
Is Victoria here? The middle-aged European lady questioned, her shadowiness stern.
Huh?
My mouth dropped open, rather taken aback by this upset(prenominal) question. After gaping at this unpleasant visitor for a few seconds, it suddenly occurred to me that this fuming woman in front of me qualification be Victorias mother.
She is out in the back of the store. I smiled.
It is snip for Victoria to learn a lesson.
Victorias Story
1:30, it is time for me to go to work. Usually, I hated work, but today, I am grateful for it. I have gotten myself into a fight with mom...
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