"Hello, welcome to Good Brothers Burgers, can I take your order?"
"I dunno, can you?"
He'd heard that before, said with a snigger, by a teenager who'd just grasped the concepts of permission vs ability. But this was said with sadness and crushing weight.
"Sir, please come to the 1st window."
His Grandfather's last words to him, said on his deathbed, had gotten him through a lot. As the car pulled up to his window, he hoped they'd help him too.
But he only got a few words in when his boss told him he may not waste company time.
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