JyoMonty
Just a person that writes
"Sooo, you said you wanted a turkey sandwich and a drink?" Winola stated, writing down the order on a notepad.
The man nodded as he placed the menu down. He was a bit on the big-boned side and considering that, Winola gave a slight smirk.
"Are you sure that's it? I mean...you don't have be on a diet if you don't want to. I can throw in a whole cake if you like."
The man's jaw dropped. Winola then took the menu and opened it herself, pointing at an item on it and showing him. "Come now, we have a gigantic cheesecake with your name on it. Live like there's no tomorrow, right?"
"WINOLA!" a scream pierced in from behind the kitchen doors. Winola winced. She knew what that meant.
She then bowed at the gentleman. "Excuse me, sir. We'll have your order ready shortly." Heading through the kitchen doors, she placed the notepad down on the counter. A tall shadow loomed over her as she knew Reginald was a mere foot away from her.
"Winola," Reginald seethed, a vein protruding from his forehead, "do you want me to lose customers? Do you WANT me to yell at you about etiquette so many times?"
Winola raised in eyebrow. "Reggie, I was just trying to make him laugh and up sale to boot. No harm done."
He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers on the temple of his nose. "No harm done? Just last week a customer complained that you called him a personified weiner dog!"
"What?" she laughed. "Correction: I called him a human Dachshund because he was! He was just so tall and lanky!"
"He was the mayor of this town!"
Winola shrunk back at that. Maybe it would be good to confirm who she was dealing with before poking fun at them.
"Winola, get your act together. You're smart, you're capable. But, stars be my helper, you have such a mouth."
She sighed. "Reggie, I-"
"It's Reginald, Winola. Just get back to work and no more wisecracks, okay?"
She bowed. "Yeah, no more wisecracks." She then spoke under her breath. "...for today."
The man nodded as he placed the menu down. He was a bit on the big-boned side and considering that, Winola gave a slight smirk.
"Are you sure that's it? I mean...you don't have be on a diet if you don't want to. I can throw in a whole cake if you like."
The man's jaw dropped. Winola then took the menu and opened it herself, pointing at an item on it and showing him. "Come now, we have a gigantic cheesecake with your name on it. Live like there's no tomorrow, right?"
"WINOLA!" a scream pierced in from behind the kitchen doors. Winola winced. She knew what that meant.
She then bowed at the gentleman. "Excuse me, sir. We'll have your order ready shortly." Heading through the kitchen doors, she placed the notepad down on the counter. A tall shadow loomed over her as she knew Reginald was a mere foot away from her.
"Winola," Reginald seethed, a vein protruding from his forehead, "do you want me to lose customers? Do you WANT me to yell at you about etiquette so many times?"
Winola raised in eyebrow. "Reggie, I was just trying to make him laugh and up sale to boot. No harm done."
He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers on the temple of his nose. "No harm done? Just last week a customer complained that you called him a personified weiner dog!"
"What?" she laughed. "Correction: I called him a human Dachshund because he was! He was just so tall and lanky!"
"He was the mayor of this town!"
Winola shrunk back at that. Maybe it would be good to confirm who she was dealing with before poking fun at them.
"Winola, get your act together. You're smart, you're capable. But, stars be my helper, you have such a mouth."
She sighed. "Reggie, I-"
"It's Reginald, Winola. Just get back to work and no more wisecracks, okay?"
She bowed. "Yeah, no more wisecracks." She then spoke under her breath. "...for today."