Bo Hunter

Chapter 1

"Hi, ma'am. Your total is," I glanced down at the receipt in my hand, "$21.43." I looked back up to my customer with my best 'customer service smile', waiting for her to get together the money to pay for her food.

"Here you go, keep the change." She commented, handing me a total of twenty-two dollars. Wow. A whole fifty-seven cents! I should go to the store after work and buy a whole inch of ribbon. I thought to myself. Nevertheless, I widened my smile and passed over the wings and pizza she had ordered and escaped back to my truck. Once the door was closed, and I was on my way back to the store. I let out an exasperated scream.

"Gee, thanks, I can totally make a living with people like you not giving me a tip and I make below minimum wage while I'm working and bringing you your food. Jack ass." I complained to myself. "I could have made twice as many tips back in Alabama instead of moving up here to this tiny, rainy, little town in the middle of nowhere Washington. But no, this just had to be the place I could afford to move instead of L.A. where I wanted to be... I hate the people in Forks!" I continued to bitch about my terrible customer until I made it back to the store.

"Hey Jim, where are all the dine-in customers?" I demanded upon walking in and finding our din-in area deserted; while it had been full to capacity when I left the store twenty minutes before hand.

"Had to send them all home. We got a last minute catering order for the outskirts of town for some graduation party some kids are throwing. Two hundred and fifty large pizzas due in three hours. And guess who's taking care of catering." He replied.

"So not only do I not get to do any more deliveries, meaning no more tips or mileage, but I also have to pass out pizza all night at some graduation party for a bunch of high schoolers. Are you kidding me? Come on, man; I hardly make anything in tips as it is."

"I'm sorry, but Dave's not here and you're the only other person who can take care of it. Would you please just take care of it like I ask you to?"

"Dave's never here! He hasn't come in since his first day, he still gets paid even though he doesn't come in, and I always have to take over his duties, damn it! I missed one day of work for a family friend's funeral and you didn't even give me that day as a vacation day. I'll do it, but I want to be paid what I'm supposed to make and what Dave is supposed to make for it; I want you to fire Dave, and if I keep having to cater, on top of everything else, I want a raise." I demanded, finally getting fed up.

"Done. Now go help Conner out and start cutting those pizzas as they come out and box 'em up. They ordered literally everything we have left. Think about it this way, at least you don't have to pack all the drinks in your truck, too." Jim gave me a half-assed smile that I didn't bother to return before I rushed off to the oven to get started on boxing all the pizzas I'd have to carry.