Taco Hell

Hard Burritos

It was getting late and the shift was almost over. Bryan was sitting at the register on his phone. The light of the screen the only thing that's been keeping him awake. Tonight it was only him and Spencer, his manager, working the grueling night shift. Bryan never really liked Spencer vice versa, but they promised to remain civil after Spencer threatened to roundhouse kick Bryan in front of a group of customers.
    Bryan gazed at the clock. 1:00 AM it read, only one more hour to go before he could escape what he and his friends liked to call "Taco Hell". Bryan wasn't even sure how he got himself into this place. He's working till 2 o'clock when he's a highschooler. Sure everyone who worked there was a highschooler, even Spencer! Although, Barb was the only one who was older, and female.
    As Bryan was stuck in his 1AM haze a customer stumbled through the doors. He looked unshaved and frankly drunk outta his mind, but it was just in Bryan's best interest to just give the customer what he wanted. The guy finally made his way to the register and dropped his weight unto the counter.
    "Yes, hellwoa, I'd like uno beanf burrfrito." Bryan punched the order into the register and replied "Yep, one bean burrito comin' up. Oh, and that'll be three fifty sir."
    "You got it Chief!" The man responded as he pulled three crusty dollars outta his jacket pocket. Bryan collected the money and turned around to tell Spencer to start making the burrito. "HEY YO SPENC, I NEED ONE BEAN BURRITO!" Bryan yelled into the kitchen. He heard some clanking and saw Spencer enter the kitchen area from the store closet.
"Aight, aight. I'm on it." Spencer mumbled. Bryan took note of his half open eyelids and decided to just make the burrito himself. "It's fine Spenc, I'll just make it myself."
"Wow, thanks bro." Instead of returning to the closet Spencer just sit down onto the nasty tile flooring and fell asleep right then and there. Meanwhile, Bryan got started on making the burrito. Although there was a problem, there were no tortillas. Bryan looked everywhere! He searched where they should be, in the taco shell section, in the freezer, inside the tub of shredded lettuce, in the trash, Spencer's pockets, his pockets, and even in the storage closet. Nowhere were the tortillas to be found. Bryan settled on waking up Spencer and asking him what he should do. "Hey, Spenc, you awake?" Bryan nudged Spencer with his foot and waited for him to wake. "Yea, yea, what?"
"We have a problem..." Spencer grumbled and sat up, leaning on one of the cabinets. "And that problem is..."
"We don't have any tortillas." Spencer stared at him. No expression whatsoever. "So, if you need to make a burrito just take to hard taco shells and push them together to make a sorta sandwich-taco hybrid. That's what I always do." Bryan gaped at him in disbelief. An actual good idea just escaped the mind that was Spencer. Plus, would the guy even notice? Bryan turned to his left and observed the guy drinking something suspicious out of a brown paper bag. He then went to work making the bootleg-burrito and then stuffing it into a taco bell bag.
"Your burrito sir." Bryan placed the bag unto the table the guy was sitting at and walked back to the register. He then heard Spencer make a choking noise and ran back to see his head engulfed in the tub of lettuce. This was going to be a long night.