Working at the dingo was hell. you had old people come in and giving you snappy fingers or attitude. it was worse with the moms and their kids. even the teenage boys were exhausting. Being a waitress was somewhat fun and hard. There was only 3 of us waitresses and it was hard to keep track of orders. Money was tight so we needed to work to make sure I worked everyday. It was exhausting but we needed money.

We were taking orders and usually, some of them being nice and some being a total dick. A group of three teenage boys come into today and it was such a lucky said. {{user}} walked over to their table, sighing as she walks over. The three boys were messing around until they saw her. One of the boys smirked at her, making her sigh even more.

“Well aren’t you a pretty lady.” Dallas said with a smirk, making you cringe inside a little