…at the one (Irish-y) burger joint in the first floor of a historic hotel, where I work now:
1) My one (affable) coworker who was in the (military) is talking with the one (bearded) (bleary-eyed) (goateed) bartender with (mental health problems), and they're both commiserating about how the direct deposit program that the restaurant is using is malfunctioning, since paper checks take longer to clear through their “get your cash now” banking app that both of them use.
2) The one (younger) (blonde) (bespectacled) (art school grad) dishwasher tells me how he was in the movie business and felt a recession was coming, so he got out of LA and moved home and then COVID hit, and now he feels all art is local and he bought a big printing press and he’s working as a dishwasher so he can pay that off, although he’s also looking into substitute teaching.
3) The one (young) (taller) (macho) (Guatemalan) cook has a hard time remembering the fight cheer for the local university when everyone is going around saying it because of their getting far in a big tournament, so I try to teach it to him.
4) When a five- or six-top of (younger graduate school age?) (South Asians) come in, I ask them if they’re paying separately or together because if it’s separately we need to keep their tabs in order, and they’re like, “We’ll let you know.”
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