eleven

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*mentions of SA towards the end.*
BRIELLE

Tuesday night in the diner equals, fucking chaos.

My shift feels like it's lasted a whole ass day, but no I've only been here four hours and I'm regretting even letting my nona get me this job.

It's not like I had a choice.

The child screams again and I feel myself getting closer to shoving his food down his throat, just so he'd actually try it instead of complaining about the look of it.

"That child is doing my head in," Amelia, my cousin, nods in the direction of the table at the back where the child is currently screaming about his chicken.

"He won't even try the food, I've had to get the chef to re-do them four times," I groan placing my palm against my head.

"And every time, he takes one look at it and screams no! He's making me not want kids."

Amelia laughs, throwing her head back as we watch the family try and calm the little boy down.

"I hate that we can't say anything, because I would of gone: shut the fuck up and try it!" Amelia grumbles shaking her head.

I sigh, "Trust me, everyone in this diner is thinking the exact same thing."

I've had several noise complaints about this child shouting, and I'm pretty sure the manager is on the verge of kicking him out.

Suddenly a hand waves from that table and I groan, closing my eyes in resentment.

If they tell me I have to tell the chef to make these chicken nuggets one more time, I am going to loose it.

Dragging my feet along the floor, I slowly make my way to their table. And when I do the words that come out of the mum's mouth send me into an orbit.

"Make these again, they're not good enough for my boy," She hands me the plate and I bite down on my tongue.

I place the plate back in front of the little boy who's glaring at me.

"Look, the chef- Barry- has made these same chicken nuggets four times now. He doesn't have the time to make any more, there is other people in the diner," I argue as the mum narrows her eyes at me.

Oh here we go, the customer is always right bullshit.

"I am a customer and so is my son! We should get what we want. Immediately," She snaps her finger in my face and my jaw clenches.

This diner really proves I cannot control my temper, everybody tests my limits. It's so fucking annoying.

"Yeah but you've gotten what you've wanted for the past hour. And now your disturbing other peoples time here, if your son doesn't shu- be quiet then we're going to have to ask you to leave," I sigh.

Amelia sends me a thumbs up from the bar and I send her half smile.

"This is outrageous!" The mum roars.

Your son is outrageous.

"Okay, I think your scaring the poor pregnant woman over there. I wouldn't be surprised if she's regretting her decision after seeing your son cry over chicken nuggets," That was such a wrong thing to say, but it was so fun to do.

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