Meat Delivery
Continuing your way along the street, you stumble upon a small shop in
the corner -- selling pork. There seemed to be quite a few -- well,
quite a lot of customers. Okay, chopping pork meat isn't quite nice,
but at least if you drop it, it won't break.
"Excuse me Sir," you walked up to who you assume is the
owner. "What?" he replied monotonely [Author's Note: Is that
a word?]He was a plump man and had his hair in a plait wrapped around
his head.
"Um... I was wondering..." you started to fidget with your
dress. "Are you planning on hiring anyone?"
"Well," he scanned your body up and down a few times. Moving
closer to you, he used his index finger and tilted your chin.
"With someone like YOU, it wouldn't hurt to hire someone
else..."
With his words, you stood back. "You're gonna hire me?
Thanks!"
He smirked. "I pay you $5 every week. You will be helping
delivering the pork to the customers." [AN: $5 back then was a
LOT.]
"Thank... you... Sir..." you mumbled.
He stroked your chin one last time and walked off. You will start work
tomorrow," he turned his focus to someone else. A boy around your
age. "Lang!" [AN: Meaning wolf.] "Get back to work!
Deliver these to the 3rd block, 2nd restuarant to the left, Happy
Gates Restuarants!"
Remembering back, you were always a klutz. From helping your Mum with
the chores to cleaning up after Art class at school. Usually, when YOU
were the one packing up. People would expect at least one or two
sounds of glass or other materials breaking or hitting the ground with
a loud 'thud'. Better stay away shops with easy to break china.
