A man looked over the McDonalds counter, taping his hands against the grimy marble as though he had nothing else better to do then wonder aimlessly over the menu. "Okay, I'm sorry if this is uh…offensive, or whatever, but what the fuck kinda name is Rodasi?" he asked the employee opposite him, his eyes suddenly catching on her nametag.
The girl look up, her eyes void of any emotion as if the simple act of customer service was slowly killing her. She tapped the little silver plate on her chest with her hand, and leant against the counter with the other.
"It's pronounced Row-dah-see, dumb-ass, not Row-duh-see. Now, in case it had escaped you, there is a line behind you, and I will not hesitate to throw you out if you don't order something." She retorted with a twirl of a pale and slender finger. Then, she rose out of her slump, and stood to her full height with a smug expression. Of which, was six' two.
The significantly shorter man stuttered through his order of Chicken Nuggets, and then walked away with a metaphorical tail lax between his legs.
The line hesitantly shifted over to the other, less intimidating lady.
Rodasi sighed, and checked her phone for the time, hoping the last five minutes of her shift was over, as she'd determined by her last check.
She saw with a smile that her shift was indeed, now over. Life began to pool back into her slightly bagged, atmospherically ecchymotic oculi. Or, as she thought bitterly for the dull man she'd dealt with before, her blue eyes.
She then chided herself for thinking that those who wouldn't understand such complex vocabulary were dumb. They probably just didn't spend all their time on , unlike herself. Or spent as much time and vanity on their eyeballs.
She rolled the questionable things, and clocked out with a whoop. Her co-workers did not bother responding, because one; they were either entirely to freaked out by her unfeminine stature, or two; freaked out by her reclusive, and snappy personality.