“Hamburger, soup, or what the fuck do you want?” I asked the next man in line, an older guy in a scally cap with a worn army jacket. He glared back at me.
“Young lady, you need to work on your attitude,” He lectured me.
“You need to work on your fashion choices,” I said, gesturing to his outfit ensemble. “Soup or burger?”
“I’ll take the fucking burger,” He growled. I reached into the pan on my left and slapped a hamburger onto a plate, handing it to him.
“Don’t you think you ought to wear gloves?” The man asked me, glaring at me intently.
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