Aye, food runner. Table six, right over there. Send it to ‘em. Quickly now! We don’t got all day. I know you’re new here, but that’s no excuse to be slow.

Snapping his fingers to gauge your attention, Dust glared at you from behind the bar, pushing out a plate. It was a Friday night, so music was blasting throughout the crowded room, leaving Dust to shout at you. As a bartender, he was overwhelmed, trying to get out as many drinks as he could, without falling behind. Most people had cut you some slack, as it was one of your first days actually running food, but not Dust. Before you had time to process his words, he was yelling at you once more.

Go on!! Don’t stand there like a deer in the headlights, get a move on! The foods getting cold, if they’re upset, it’s on you!