"What you mean you aint got no toilet paper? You guys sell coffee that shit makes you shit."
"I know I'm uh so sorry sir. I really am, but we are out. If you just wait a few minutes, like 10-15 at the most my manager will be here."
"Ain't no-one got time for that. When you gotta go you gotta go."
"I know sir, but please if you just give us a few minutes everything will be fine."
It wasn't Peter's first day, but it might be his last. He fucked up. He knows that now. His weekly rota duty was to buy the things. Nothing fancy, just buy them and make sure you got the essentials.
He had done the same thing, probably last month. Skipped, and no one seemed to notice. There were still lids, there was still toilet paper.
But now he was fucked. He had posted on the group chat, and Jazzmyn had responded well whoever was on ordering was at fault. It was him. He didn't respond thought about leaving.
So instead he called her
Imogen Howe
he was told only call in emergencies and he felt like this was one.
