Chapter 38
ShannonGlad to only work the midday shift, I bolted out of the dining room right at three o’clock. Kim followed me, whooping once we reached the employee storage room.
Neither had a chance to eat lunch, so we walked two doors down from the Scarlet Maple to a Tex-Mex place, where Kim immediately ordered a margarita.
“I love this job, and you know how much better it is here than at Wal-Mart, but some days I can’t wait to get out of there,” she said.
“I know. Is it me or was there an asshole explosion today? I had a guy ask me for my number, and when I said no, he said, ‘Guess you’re not that interested in a tip then?’ He laughed and stared at me like he was waiting for me to laugh too. Yeah, because joking about cutting my pay for not doing you is so, so funny.”
“Did he tip?”
