A Major Minor Mishap
FAST FOOD, KIOSK | RIGHT | JUNE 16, 2014
(I am 15 years old, and I work in my cousin’s burger van or cafe during the school breaks. Often I will be in the kiosk late at night when all the clubs close while my cousin is still working. One night a group of guys in their 30s comes up, slightly drunk, and ordered a bunch of food.)
Customer
#1 : “You having fun tonight?”
Me: “Uh, yeah. Sure.”
Customer
#2 : “Oh, god, leave her alone, dude!”
Me: *laughs nervously*
Customer
#1 : “Oh, come on… Hey, you see that sausage on the hotplate?”
Me: “Uh, yeah?”
Customer
#1 : “I could give you double the sausage on that hotplate if you come back with me.”
Me: “Oh, is that so?”
Customer
#1 : “Oh yeah, totally.”
(I laugh and let him carry on, his friends just laughing at him.)
Me: “So, I’m curious. Do you always talk to minors like that?”
Customer
#1 : “What?!”
Me: “Well, I’m 15.”
(Customer
#1 runs off in a hurry without his order, red faced.)
Customer
#2 : “Well, he won’t live that down any time soon!”