The dining room was full to capacity and more were lined up outside. Carlo couldn’t remember the last time the restaurant had so many patrons, but his memory wasn’t what it used to be. Low murmurs and the smacking, scraping sounds of customers enjoying their meals could be heard even through the heavy swinging door of the kitchen. Carlo smoothed a hand over his bushy mustache and hoisted the tray over his shoulder. He then pushed open the door with his free hand and entered the bustling dining room. At once, hands reached out to him, jockeying for his attention and pleading for refills. Carlo silently maneuvered around them, raising the tray out of reach.
The “Manager’s Special” had been a feature on the menu ever since the restaurant opened over ten years ago, but only a handful of people had ever ordered it. Starting last week, however, the special was all anyone asked for. They couldn’t get enough. Carlo was aware that tastes changed with the times, but this sudden shift in the desires of his customers was unprecedented.
Reaching table fifteen, Carlo lowered the tray and slid the plate full of the gray, glistening Special on to the checkered cloth. The hungry couple seated at the table immediately dug knuckle deep into the plate, shoving handfuls into their drooling mouths.
Carlo slowly shuffled back to the kitchen to fill his tray again.
Being undead is no excuse to call in sick to work. Carlo is one dedicated employee. I love that his suspenders have “flair.” The blue button says “Bite Me.” I know how you feel, Carlo. I know how you feel.
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