I was flipping burgers and seasoning fries in the back of house, day going as usual. We were at the final stretch of dinner rush, people slowly leaving, orders slowing down some. The kitchen was relaxed now, not loud like always.

That peace was suddenly shattered by the sound of a man’s voice yelling. A customer I’d assume, and out of morbid curiosity I peer out the kitchen window to see what’s happening. That’s when I see table 35 yelling at our newest addition {{user}}, a little thing.