Abruptly everyone stopped whatever they were doing and stared at the tacky clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock, ten seconds remained until the customers barged in. Only ten seconds to go and their pride and dignity would be stripped from them. The customers would come marching through, resembling soldiers, wanting their orders as quick as a flash. They would grumble if their burger was not to their satisfaction and insist on having the fattest, freshest and meatiest burger. The workers counted down with fear, chanting ten, nine, eight, seven…
Suddenly the door flew open. At first nothing could be heard. Soon the rumbling began. Tables, chairs and the neatly layout put cutlery began to shake. The lights started to flicker on and off, creating an atmosphere similar to an earthquake. Without warning in came the beasts like savage animals, swarming like bees to the counter.
In no time at all, the tills were tapping, coins were clicking and the rustling of five pound notes could be heard. The customers were demanding their orders from the timid and defenceless employee’s, who tried their very best to hide their fears.
The boss smiled to himself as the customers came flooding in. To this miserable, obese and brutal man life was all about money. He lived on money. More customers hence more profit! The boss closed his office blinds, and plopped his huge bottom on the shiny black leather chair. Cunningly he unlocked his desks’ bottom draw, and rummaged out a bottle of fine whisky. Quickly he gulped down a few mouthfuls, praying that no one would catch him on his sly act. Outside in the burger bar underprivileged employee’s had to accept being treated like dirt off the ground, from the customers; after all, “Bobby’s Burger’s” golden rule was “The customers always right!” NO MATTER WHAT!
The doorman greeted the peckish short tempered consumers, tried his very best not to shout abusive language to the ill-mannered people. He wanted to say” Did your mother ever not teach you manners!” Instead every time he would greet them with a hello or have a nice day. In return he would not get a hello back, he’d get quite the opposite, dirty looks and nasty remarks. It’s no surprise at all that the last twenty doormen resigned!
As the customers sat down scoffing their burgers, the workers carried on serving the ungrateful customers. The only sound that could be heard apart from the tills and coins was the munching and chatter of the customers. Munch, munch and munch. They ate so loud, you would not at all be surprised if the whole street could hear them gobbling away. The food would dribble down their cheeks. Some of it would even manage to find a pleasant comfy place to sit in, (beard!). The unrefined customers wouldn’t use a tissue to wipe the food off their face, despite the fact there would be loads scattered around the Burger Bar, as an alternative they would use their hands and smear it off. The workers would look at them in disgust, and wonder why they would behave in such an atrocious manner.
Hour by hour the queue of arrogant customers grew shorter and shorter. As the time approached five o’ clock the workers were excited. They would soon gain back their dignity and respect that they truly deserved. The staff eagerly served the last customer. As soon as he was out of sight, they stopped and looked at the clock. Ten seconds to go, and yet again the ten second count down began. The relived doorman banged the door shut, with that came the sigh of relief.
“Is it not your late shift tonight?” the boss screamed from his office, as he heard the door bang. When they heard the boss say this, the doorman opened the door and out went the employee’s like a heard of elephants. The boss came out of his cosy office to find his Burger Bar deserted. It was silent, so silent that a pin drop could be heard. The door was half open and the sign read “strictly closed!” The boss muttered to himself “Well that’s their monthly wage gone! How dare they have the nerve to cheat on me!” With that the boss went back to his office
The Burger Bar was abonded. No tills were tapping, and no coins were clicking. The only thing that could be heard was the boss calculating the profit made during the day on his little pocket calculator!
