"Okay mom, I'm going to work now!" Michael shouted as he began to walk out the front door. The radiant afternoon sun rain down on his skinny neck as he ran his fingers through his magnificently blonde hair. Today was his first day on the job.
"Wait a minute Michael..what are you wearing?" He heard a raspy voice yell from the living room crowded with junk. With a sigh, he walked back into the room. He knew what his mom would say...she never liked how his hair looked.
"Michael Owen Love! Fix your hair! It looks like crap, which is why it reminds me of your father." she shouted at his heart-broken face. With a sigh, Michael put on his baseball cap to please his mother and stumbled out the door. Today was the first day of his first job, and also his eighteenth birthday. He certainly wasn't going to let his hair get him down. Was it really that bad?
Pretty soon, Michael was a confused man wearing a black apron standing in the kitchen of Red Robin. He had no idea what he was doing..all he knew was that a girl named Marissa gave him the apron he was wearing and told him to wait there..only he had been standing there for about a half hour in the middle of chaos. Suddenly he heard someone shouting his name.
"Hey, are you Michael?" A voice shouted behind him. He spun around to see Marissa's familiar face. She had curly brown hair and bronze skin.
"Sorry I took so long, but it's crazy out there! Listen, we have a table of about fifteen girls..so why don't you come out and I can show you the ropes? Also, lose the hat."
Pretty soon, Marissa and Michael were at the table of fifteen girls..some of them being moms..but mostly teens. Marissa had instructed Michael to take orders around the table, and pretty soon he got the hang of it. I think I'm going to like this job. He thought to himself after about the third person. He did admit he thought that these girls seemed a little crazy, but it was still good. Then he came to the left side of the table, where he noticed two girls whispering to each other...one of them particularly attractive. She had brownish red curly hair, a cute little face, and wore a striped maxi skirt. The other one was dressed slightly similar..only she had long wavy blonde hair and was a little more on the shy side. He took her order, which was a glass of ice tea (Yum!), and then came to the girl he had been waiting to serve.
"May I take your order miss?" He coughed, heart thumping.
"Yes, can I have a root beer float?" She looked straight into his eyes.
"Yeah sure, those are always nice. I mean yeah. THANK YOU."
He finished up serving the last girl at the table and proceeded back to the kitchen. While he was walking, he heard all the girls giggling behind him and heard them mention something about hair. Probably his hair. His heart stopped. His mother had been right all along! He had ugly hair.
"You did good out there Michael! What's with the long face?" Marissa awkwardly patted his shoulder.
"Nothing. Just nerves, that's all." Michael lied.
While Michael busily served several other tables, it was soon time to serve that girls' table again. He winced and served the giggling group, trying to avoid embarrassment. It actually went well. He was just finishing up when suddenly, he heard a voice behind him.
"Excuse me?" The girl with the curly hair spoke.
"Um...I just thought I'd let you know that you have really nice hair."
