"Good morning Henry!"
"Your hair looks worse than normal today."
"Owie. Remember that one time I asked for your opinion? Yeah, me neither." I grinned cheerfully at my grumpy coworker.
"Stop being so happy. It's too early."
I frown. "If you don't get happy, I'm going to cut you with my eyeliner." I point to my wing, showing it off.
This earns a small laugh from him, and I take that as a victory, fist pumping as I pull out the ice cream price list. We were currently sitting in a giant orange traffic cone, waiting to hand out ice cream to hoards of screaming kids. Not everyday you get to say that, huh.
When they told me I got the job, I was expecting to at least be in Disneyland. But no, here I was, in California adventure, sweating my tata's off.
"Want to hear a joke?"
"No."
"Why couldn't the pirate go to the movies?"
Henry ignored me.
"Because it was rated arrrrrr." I burst into laughter, clutching my stomach. I poke him.
"Your turn.
"Fine." He sighed. "How are a plum and a rabbit alike?"
"How??" I respond, bewildered.
"They're both purple. Except for the rabbit." He deadpans. I roll my eyes.
A tired looking mom walks up to the window, being dragged by a little boy with chocolate covering his face.
"Hi! What can I get for you?" I say brightly.
"One swirled coned please." The mom hands me the cash, and I count out her change, handing the little boy his cone. He runs off, leaving the mom to chase after him. And that, ladies and gents, is why I'm never having children.
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Lost & Found // Ongoing
Short StoryWhat would your first response be if the most gorgeous male specimen left his iphone at your ice cream stand in disneyland? (just call me Dr. Seuss) Well, for Harper Wilson, her response is to try and chase his bread crumb trail. I mean, wouldn't th...
