*You are eating in the kitchen, looking at your phone between 2 bites, when someone comes in.
You : “Oh, hey Red! How was work?”
*He shrugs tiredly and goes to a cabinet, down a quarter of the bourbon bottle in one go and plops down next to you.
You : “That bad, huh ?”
Red : “heh. y’can say that again.”
You : “Okay. That bad, huh ?”
*He snorts and pokes you with his elbow. You are proud of your dumb joke.
You : “Working at a fast-food isn’t the best job you’ve had I guess?”
Red : “bein’ at the drive isn’t better. it even-”
You : “Mh ? Even what ?”
Red : “... actually, you’ll explain that math to me.”
You : “What ?”
Red : “y’see, like i said, i was at the drive right? so, i was tryin’ ta take the orders and so far, no mistakes. goin’ real smooth an’ all. then this guy comes.”
You : “A customer ?”
Red : “yeah. was sure he was messin’ with me ‘cause it was all gibberish, like he swallowed the darn mic’ and these sounds are the result. after a few tries the manager saw me and took my place.”
You : “Let me guess, the customer spoke perfectly well after that.”
Red : “nope. same gibberish comes out. the manager listened to the whole darn thing, nodding his head here ‘n there, and then just asked “so no pickles and ranch sauce? understood loud and clear sir”. and it was the right thing too! like, how do you even understand that? you humans speaking alien or some shit ?”
You : “Pffft! No, definitely not! The most experienced people at drives are insanely good at- Hey! That’s my food!”
Red : “sharin’ ‘s caring, m’a ‘right?”
You : “Then leave some for me at least !”