“Hmm, so what else have I been eating past it’s date?”
“That depends on who’s asking.”

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“Hmm, so what else have I been eating past it’s date?”
“That depends on who’s asking.”
“…Honestly? I have absolutely no clue. This is completely new for me.—Ketchup, of course. It can go pretty much on anything. Or barbecue sauce.”
“Well I have to eat. You can join me or not.” Mercy dug in her pocket for a cellphone to check the time. “I’m not a tomato person, but I like barbecue chips.”
“Nope, I’m off for the rest of the night, thank God. I was honestly about to smash a glass over someone’s head.—Oh, uhm, you mean other than everything?”
“What are you going to do with all this free time? Play a game, watch a movie, me, catch up on your sleep? What is your favorite condiment then?”
“Excuse you, Day, but I’m finally off the clock, thank you very much.—-God, I fuckin’ hate mayonnaise.”
“Our breaks have coincided, we must use this time to celebrate. What’s wrong with mayonnaise?”
“So you’re judging me for eating some stray fries that are gonna be thrown out, but you’re stealing eggs?”
“Don’t you have a job to perform? And I need some mayonnaise too.”
“Ew… why is expired coffee being brewed?”
“Stranger things have happened.”
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“Ah, yes, well this is free.—And dignity sure ain’t.”
“You don’t have to eat alone, that just looks pathetic. I was going to make myself some egg salad. They don’t notice missing hardboiled eggs. Do you want some?”
“Well, you’re missing out, ‘cause these fries are pretty frickin’ fantastic.”
“You know what tastes better? Dignity.”
“So is that your way of saying you’re not judging me?”
“No, I’m judging you very hard but I also want to go back to my room.”
“What was I doing?—-That is a really great question, and I can assure you the answer is not eating left over fries from a dish a patron left behind.”
“I’ve clocked out, I don’t exist anymore.”
“Change of scenery. What about you? Been here long?”
“Almost six months.”
“Okay. So, not me… you know what’s wrong with it?”
“It could be expired.”
“Does this coffee smell weird to you? Here– smell it. Weird? Or is it me?”
“It does smell weird.”
“Then I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of eachother.”
“What made you come here?”
“Woah there, bartenders only behind the bar, Miss.” He jested, although his deadpan face suggested otherwise. “Don’t want you to be late for your shift though. I’m not looking to get blamed.”
“You’re right, I have a ton of paperwork and someone might need their toilet unclogged.” Mercy returned to the other side of the counter and waved goodbye. “Get back to work mister.”