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Pizza Mat
“I can’t turn water into wine, but I can turn pizza into breakfast.”
“Alright, I need you two here to clean up this mess on the double,” Coach Tony says as he throws the horse stall mats on the floors of the Pizza Hut chain where me and my brother work in the middle of East Bumble Fuck.
“I know you work part-time, Barry, and uh… what’s your name?”
“Buster,” my brother says.
“Ah, that’s right, that’s right! You two are gonna have to do it. Jose’s wife just had a baby so I’m countin’ on you two to step up.
“I know you kids work part-time at the races but I really need this done yesterday. Maybe if you could just use some of the spraying agents that you use for the mats here in the back where you make the pizza that might work. See if it works and text me when you’re done. I’ll swing by and pick ’em up. If you want a permanent job as stall boys then show what you’re made of. Thanks, kids,” he said leaving from the back.
“Who was that?” my boss asks and comes in with a broom in her black and red uniform. “And why are their poopy mats on my clean kitchen floor?” She screams in shock.
“Oh, that was Coach Tony, ma’am,” I say trying to calm her down. “He needs these stall mats cleaned before tomorrow. He’s our boss from our second job.”
