Hairnets and Necessities
Danny frowned. He hadn't anticipated this development. Looking up at the scowling woman before him, he asked again,
"Are you absolutely postuvely certain that this is one hundred percent necessary?"
The plump woman, who wore makeup that did nothing to hide her unpleasant features, didn't answer. Her scowl deepened. He scratched the back of his neck under her piercing gaze.
"It's just that, well, you know, my hair is super thick and hard to manage without a hairnet scruffing it up all day, and I promise you my hair is super healthy and doesn't fall out easily. Could you just make an exception, this once? For me?"
"Kid." Her gravely, apathetic voice crushed all hope with that single word. "This is your first day on the job, do not think I won't fire you today if you keep giving me problems. Put the hairnet on and get in that kitchen."
Danny sighed heavily. Excepting his fate, he tugged the net over he's head and slumped into the kitchen. The itchy elastic rubbed against his skin, making him grumble.
His irritatingly tall coworker, Jeff, grinned at him and beckoned him over to the grill. He momentarily wondered how his life ended up here. Nineteen and working at a scuzzy fast food restaurant for funds for all the medical supplies he burns through. But what mattered was that he was here.
"Hiya, kid! I knew you'd get hired!"
Danny sent his peppy attitude a glare. Jeff's eyes swept over Danny's hair and smirked.
"Hehe, yeah this place'll hire anyone. But! I gave you a recommendation because you did seem to know your way around the kitchen."
Danny heaved, yet another sigh. "I'm going to try my hardest to get fired."
"That's the spirit! Fire up the grill will ya? We gotta get cookin'."
Cranking on the heat Danny mumbled, "for the money."
"For the money." Jeff agreed solemnly.