I was late.
I know that because Marge keeps giving me the stink eye as I entered through the back door. My fingers hastily unbutton my jacket and hang them inside my locker before taking out my apron.
"Dude, where were you?" Jenny asked as I pass her in the employees room. "Marge will blow a fuse if she sees you."
Eh, Marge always finds something to blow a fuse about.
My hands fondle the strands of my hair for a ponytail in the mirror. I forgot to brush before I left so everything was all tangled. "Late night with my mother and her girlfriend last night. I slept through my alarm."
"Well, you better get out there otherwise she's really going to fire you."
No, she's not. I've done worse s**t than coming in late and I'm still here. If it comes to that, I'll just talk Marge out of it. La
