Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
When I was in high school, I worked at a Dairy Queen. I didn’t really like the work but my parents insisted I have a job until I went to college. They felt it would cultivate a better work ethic. It might have worked if the manager, Todd, wasn’t such a scumbag. He was fucking his assistant manager, Becky Benson. She was a sophomore in college and of course, got all the best shifts and hours. When you let the guy who signs the paychecks go balls deep inside of you on the regular, you get certain perks.I was dog shit to Todd. I always ended up closing by myself. Todd and Becky would leave early and I’d get stuck having to count the till, clean, empty the trash, lock up, and make the night deposit at the bank. Finally, Todd scheduled someone to close with me. It was the new girl, Kate. I was actually annoyed at first because I figured she would just get in the way. I had a lot of shit to do but I had a routine that got me out of there at 10:20 pm.Before we officially closed for the night, I started going over everything we had to do to close. I hadn’t worked with Kate often because Todd had spent the last few weeks “training” her. Kate suggested she count the till. She explained that she was good at math and she could do it really quickly. She told me she used to work at the gas station but she had to quit when her mom got promoted to store manager. Her mom couldn’t also be her boss, she explained.Kate was pretty. She had a rough beauty. She was in my class in school but we hardly talked. She always wore long sleeves and jeans, never a skirt or shorts. She had big, dark eyes and short chestnut hair that framed her face nicely. She didn’t wear any makeup and some of her clothes were threadbare and had small holes. Her sneakers were worn. Her family was poor, that was obvious. I’m sure some of the bitchy girls from the Cedardale development give her a lot of shit. I heard one of them call her a “townie slut” as I swept the floors one night. She didn’t say a word for the rest of the shift.That night Beşevler Escort she finished counting the drawer and I recounted it. She was spot on again.“I’ll talk to Todd tomorrow,” I said. “You’re better at counting the till than I am, I don’t see why I have to recount it. We can just match it to the register journal and call it a night,” I concluded.“Thank you,” Kate said softly.“Not bad for a dumb townie,” I said, smiling at her.“I don’t care what that fuckin’ cunt thinks of me,” she spat.“I’m sorry,” I said, “It was just a joke to cheer you up.”“I’ll get the key and take the trash out,” Kate said, her words barely above a whisper. I could see the tears welling in her eyes.I felt like a jerk. I could tell I had smashed what little spirit she had left today. When Kate came back inside I apologized again. She nodded. I think that was the only absolution I was going to get.“Is it as cold as it looks out there?” I asked, changing the subject.“Colder. The lock was frozen on the dumpster, I had to throw thrash on top,” Kate said.I knew Kate didn’t have a car. She probably didn’t have a license. She lived on the other side of town. It was a good three miles, across the bridge and down the River Street Hill next to the train tracks. She was bundling herself up as best she could. Her gloves had holes in some of the fingers.“You aren’t actually going to walk, are you? Let me drive you home, Kate,” I said.“I can walk,” she said softly.“You’ll freeze your ass off!” I said.“I will give you gas money when we get paid,” Kate said matter of factly.“I’m not worried about that, I share the car with my older sister and she fills it up for me each week,” I said.“That’s nice of her,” Kate replied.I jingled the keys. “What do you say I drive you home on nights we close?” I asked.“I’d like that, but I don’t want to put you out, I won’t expect it,” she said defensively.“I don’t mind, honestly, it’s five minutes out of my way,” I said. Did I see the slightest smile cross her lips?I drove Kate Escort Beşevler home and parked in the street in front of her house. She thanked me again and got out. I could see the light was off in the front room. I waited until she closed the front door and the light come on before I pulled away.The next evening I knocked on Todd’s office door. I could hear fumbling inside. It was the frantic sounds of buttoning shirts, fixing hair, and checking zippers.“Just a second!” I heard Todd say on the other side of the door. “Becky and I are going over the month-end report for last month.” About a minute later the door flung open and Becky was still adjusting her tits under her shirt. “C’mon in Alex,” Todd said with faux sincerity, “What’s on your mind?”“Kate has counted the drawer each night we closed and she did it perfectly each time. I recounted it myself. I was wondering if we could just compare her count to the journal like we do with the other closers. She knows what she’s doing.” I noticed that when I mentioned Kate, Todd looked annoyed. I also noticed that he forgot to flip the picture of his wife back up. I guess he doesn’t like to see his wife silently judging him from behind the glass as he plows his side piece. Maybe Becky insists he put it face down so that she doesn’t have to confront the thought of being the other woman. There was a long pause before Todd spoke.“No,” Todd said, “No, I’d feel much better if you kept recounting it just for now. I have a bad feeling about her, she’s trouble.”I stepped back out of the office and joined Kate at the counter taking orders and filling them. I was annoyed. I’m not sure why he has a bad feeling about Kate but I knew there was something more to it than that. Todd is a lousy liar. I was more worried about how Kate would react that I was discovering whatever bullshit reason Todd had for not letting us skip a needless step.Later after Kate finished counting the drawer she left all the paperwork and the money on the counter Beşevler Escort Bayan as if she already knew Todd had said he wanted me to recount everything. I had a huge lump in my throat.“I asked Todd and he said to check your count a few more weeks until we are sure you have it down,” I said.“I figured,” she said, “I’ll go get the key and take out the trash.”“For what it’s worth, I think it’s a waste of time,” I said smiling at her.“I know,” she said. She hefted two big bags of trash in each hand and went out to the dumpster.When Kate came back inside she washed her hands and dried them. She looked at me completely deadpan. “Do you think they could at least find a place other than Todd’s office for the trash key?” she asked, “Every time I go in there it smells like rotten sex. I prefer the trash smell honestly.”I lost it. I started smiling and then laughing. Kate cracked up too. We laughed for a solid minute.“Kate, do you want some ice cream?” I asked.“I’d fuckin’ love some ice cream,” she replied.I spooned each of us some ice cream into a bowl and we sat on the counter eating it.“How long has Todd been fucking Becky?” Kate asked.“I’m not sure, I’ve only worked here about nine months,” I replied, “My guess would be more than nine months.” I laughed. Kate smiled. “I’m sorry Todd’s being a dick about the register drawer.”“It’s not your fault,” Kate said. She shifted her weight uneasily. “It’s better just to recount it anyhow, it covers our butts.”“He was acting weird when I asked him. Like more weird than usual, I’m not sure what got into him,” I said.“Probably half of a gram,” Kate said, pantomiming snorting a hit from her fingernail.We laughed again. After we finished our ice cream we got in my car and I drove Kate home. I parked and watched her go inside. The light in the front room was on this time, at least she wouldn’t have to fumble in the dark. I slowly pulled away, watching the porch light go out in my rearview mirror.The next day at work, Kate was behind the counter when I arrived and she was swamped. I hurried over to her and started on the backlog of orders.“Where’s Becky?” I asked her.“Called out sick,” Kate answered while ringing out a customer.“What about Todd?” I replied.“Went home,” Kate said. She didn’t take her eyes off the screen as she spoke.
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Bir yanıt bırakın