"Get your ass over here and do it right," my boss said. I had worked all night, at least 8 hours trying to make some kind of money, and all I had heard was that sentence over and over.
"Here, let me show you. Just something you have to get used to." Jess said. God, that woman was my god given savor. The mom I never had. Allah, for Christ sake. I had worked this job since junior year, but working in a bowling alley could be the most confusing job ever.
There were at least 1000 pins in the building, 200 bowling balls, and not to mention concessions. And considering the unspoken amount of problems due to "budget' as my boss called it, something was always broken. The kids in this town had it made. Beach every day and wealthy parents, no one wanted to work shifts at a bowling alley.....But me of course.
"Thanks Jess. You don't have to help me, you know." I mean the women was almost 70 years old, it was hard enough to see our slime ball boss yell at her, I didn't like to see her try and do my job.
"Oh Jacob, its fine. You're a young man that just needs some help. Remind me of my husband." Jess said. I saw the pain flash her eyes looking at me, just a living reminder of her husband that died in a car accident. Setting the pins in the conveyor took over an hour, and both me and Jess were sweating.
"Your fucking shifts are over, and I don't pay overtime!" Slime ball said. We came off the lanes and left the barely working lights and broken pins for tomorrow.
Walking out, I watched Jess catch the bus, making sure she got on safe and headed to hell. Took the long route, next to the coast, which allowed me to use some of my concession tips to get some snacks from Lucky's, this towns only gas station for miles, and called it my dinner.
To avoid my dad sitting in front of the T.V either drunk or passed out, I just took the tree to my room and threw my bag across the empty floor. As soon as entering my eyes stung from the rotten smell, probably the shit ton of God knows what laying around, and the only thing blocking the sound of my dad throwing up were the waves about 100 feet away.
Sighing, I took off my clothes and washed off with a cloth, not knowing what a rusty shower nozzle would shoot out and passed out on my bed.
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