Tears Of A Hustler

Introduction

“Welcome to McDonalds. May I take your order,” Nancy asked the overweight man that stood across the counter from her. She hated working at the filthy fast food restaurant, the customers were rude and nasty, but at the end of the day all that mattered was the check.

“Yeah, let me get a number one with extra pickles.” The big man huffed.

“And your drink?”

“Let me get a coke with no ice,” The greedy man said with authority like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Coming right up sir,” Nancy said politely as she went to get the big man’s fries ready.

Nancy couldn’t stop looking at the clock because she only had thirty minutes left until she got off. Being five months pregnant didn’t help the situation, her back was aching, and her slip resistant shoes felt like they were going to squeeze her pregnant feet to death. Needless to say she couldn’t wait to get off her feet.

“Thirty minutes and I’m gone,” She kept telling herself. “Thank you. Come again,” Nancy said nicely as she handed the big man his food. Once the big man disappeared through the front door, Nancy noticed a familiar face walk into the restaurant. It was her baby daddy, Dave. From the look on his face, Nancy could tell that he was in his usual foul mood.

“Hi. Welcome to McDonalds. May I take your order,” She asked playfully.

“Bitch stop playing with me and get my food,” Dave snarled smelling like strong Vodka.

“Nine piece nuggets with fries again,” Nancy asked rolling her eyes. She hated Dave when he was drunk, it was as if he lived just to make her miserable when he was under the influence.

“Isn’t that what I ask for every night,” He replied coldly. “Stop playing wit me before I go up top on ya silly ass”

“Well I’m sorry Dave, but it won’t hurt you to tell me what you want again”

“I don’t like to repeat myself. Now go get my fucking food,” He said with ice in his voice.

“I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to pay for your food tonight because my manager is still here. You came too early,” Nancy said in a light whisper.

“Bitch you must be crazy. I ain’t paying for shit,” Dave yelled way louder than he had to, causing a scene.

“But Dave my manager is still here,” Nancy pleaded, she knew Dave was going to be trouble as soon as he stepped foot in her place of work, every time he got drunk the end result would be them getting into a physical altercation.

“Fuck him. I’m your manager. Now go get my food or else,” he warned. “Now all of sudden you can’t get me no food cause he’s here, what you fucking that nigga or something?”

“I can’t stand this motherfucker,” Nancy mumbled under her breath as she went to go get his food. She refused to answer Dave and feed into his bull shit. The quicker she got his food the quicker he would leave, or so she thought.