Monsters and Dolls'

Doll's for Sale

I’m so done with this job, I’ve barely been here two months and I hate it, I hate my co-workers I hate my customers I hate it all, except the pay check, that’s the one reason I’m tolerating this harassment.

Thus far I haven’t had to do anything beneath me, I’m trying to be as unmemorable to the customers as I can so they don’t get attached, so they don’t want to come back and order me with aside of fries, if I can keep these customers off me and get this promotion my managers are hanging over our heads, I’ll be safe.

I’m not the only one going for this promotion, if I become a manager I don’t need to sell myself as well as the other assortments we offer here at McKindlies, this man in front of me is the kind of customer I don’t want to associate myself with, he’s trying to interest me with his business ideas, trying to get me to leave this job so I could work for him.

Leaving this place is not an option especially for a nobody trying to make a business that will enviably fail, no way the monsters would approve it, I politely decline his offer and now he begins suggesting he wants me added to his order.

I can tell by the way he’s asking he’s not used to ordering a girl, so I politely lie to him telling him if he wants to order a girl he needs to book a day in advance, he asks for me this time tomorrow I pretend to add it to the computer and let him know he can pay tomorrow, he tries to take my hand thanking me and telling me he may convince me to leave tomorrow when I see him next.

Stepping out of his reach with a polite smile on my face I tell him I look forward to seeing him tomorrow, I walk to the back, the customers can’t see us here which is so nice, at least a place to breath and relax while preparing the items for their order.

There’s an order on the screen from the drive thru, and the girl that’s supposed to be working the drive thru has been taken to the side for a special order, the items are here and ready to go so I pack the bags bringing them to the window.

I place the drinks on the tray and open the window, I was expecting to breath some air that isn’t tainted with the smell of s*x, sweat, drugs, fast food and the other smells associated with my work, but instead my lungs are filled with a toxic smelling smoke that sting my eyes and nose.

I’m coughing and trying to wave the smoke out of my face, I didn’t mean to cough my managers told me we shouldn’t because it rude to the customers, but I think it’s rude for customers to be smoking at the window.

The customer is waving his black smoke out of the air between us, not to my surprise he’s a monster, our number one customer, but to my surprise he’s a skeleton monster, a rare bread of monster, I’ve never seen one before.

He’s smiling at me, “sorry about that doll” admittedly him calling me doll put a smile on my face, that’s something I like is being given pet names like this, “smokins a nasty habit, I should probably quit eh” he’s fascinating to listen to and to stare at.

“It would be better for your health in the long run if you did” I feel a little funny saying that I know monsters can have a longer life then humans, I look the monster over “your still young right, wouldn’t you want to live as long as possible?” I envy monsters for being able to live so long, this monster is obviously rich, showing off his gold rings and ruby tooth, he’s probably been around for a while, with some years to go.

The skeleton looks away from me a moment smiling to himself “monsters don’t have worry on shortening our lives, we live longer than you humans, as long as we got something, or someone in our life,” he looks up at me finishing his sentence “then our life’s worth living.”

My heart aches, I can’t tell if its because I thought what he said was deep or because I thought he was saying it to me, trying to keep a smile I speak softly as I look to him eagerly “and do you have something or someone in your life to live for?” I want to know, I want to know this monster’s life, why my heart thumps in my chest when I look into the depths of his eyes with the light red hue.

“Heh not yet, doll” he winks at me, my chest hurts it feels tight.

Smiling down at him I realize he’s only a customer, and I’m an employee that customers like him could have in a moment, that’s not what I want in my short life “I wish you luck in your pursuit, and have a good day” with that I close the automatic window and walk to the back bathroom so I can catch my breath, I’m panting by the time I lock the door.

Splashing water on my hot face I look at myself in the mirror, -what’s wrong with you?- I ask myself, I’m not supposed to be getting all chummy with the customer, and I’m definitely not supposed to get my heart racing over one, “it wont happen again” I promise my reflection.