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“THEY’RE ASKING for the eggs to be cooked again.”
“What? Those are fine!”
“What do you want me to do about it, Brad? The customer is complaining. Just make them again, alright? He wants the eggs overcooked, apparently.”
Brad took the plate from Stacey’s hand and returned to his grill, grumbling loudly. Stacey wiped the sweat from her brow and turned around, getting ready to head back out onto the floor of Papa’s Grill and Diner.
It was the middle of the day in mid-summer, which made the sweltering kitchen unbearable. Stacey was glad to leave the kitchen even if it meant dealing with a couple of jerk customers.
Back in the dining area, she looked around. She had only one couple in her section. They were older, with their shoulders
