Could I make that a large

This is an older scene. But have been looking at it recently to expand.

“Could I make that a large?”

The voice crackled into my headset, and I looked up at the others.

We exchanged smiles and jokes about the speaker.

Mocking and surmising about their life.

We were making cheeseburgers, nuggets and fries.

That day alone I had made over a hundred of each, and probably threw out more.

We joked, that no one leaves without a piece of us.

Billions served.

I should say they joked.

I didn’t really talk too much.

They called me “Juno”.

I used to sing to myself, until one day one them asked “Why do you do that?”.

That day it was hot and humid, and none of the windows opened.

I rubbed my thumb and pointer finger together to check my overall cleanliness, a film of oil covered both.

We had a shitty fan that just blew hot greasy air around, mixing the smells of food and deodorant.

I had to clean the grills and already burnt the tops of my knuckles, they had blistered.

I continued to make food.

Frank was a regular.

He ordered 5 mcdoubles and medium coke every day at 730, just after the dinner rush.

Today he ordered a large.

We joked he had gotten married, engaged, pregnant or all of the above.

We laughed at this life, the possibility of a wife and questioned who would eat this shitty food everyday.

He waved to us and I smiled back.

I need to finish that project still. I don’t know why I keep thinking of her. I need to lose weight, next week next week. I will finish that, and start that. Shit, again mom stop calling me I will be over in 20 minutes, I am just a little late. “Yes hi.”. If I just had more time, tomorrow is a Monday, no fuck Tuesday. The same kids are always here, I swear most of them could be graduated, and most them of them look high, except the small one. At least my life isn’t that bad, I don’t work here. I am going somewhere. “ Could I make that a large” , I’ll wave to them. Who would choose to work this shitty job, they probably think they’re gunna climb the ladder, ha. Shit, I forgot to grab a straw.