Now that we got the little work building out of the way, we can get into the more interesting parts. As in me putting these characters through stuff that actually happened to me at Wendy's.

Ahsoka wouldn't say that a Monday day shift was particularly bad, but it's draining. Very, very draining. Especially if she was put on drive.

How it goes is that two people will be on drive through the lunch rush that will last for hours, one order taking and the other collecting. At this time the store will have enough crew members working that if she was order taking then she wouldn't have to move away from her side of the counter.

But once the rushes end and half their staff leaves, the positions change. If she was lucky, Ahsoka would hold sandwiches or grill until the closing crew comes in to take over. She's always happy to get those positions prepared ahead of time for her coworkers if she had the time.

Drive, as usual, sucked in every which way.

From the moment she came in at eleven, Ahsoka was on drive order taking.

Then once her drive buddy's shift ended she was on drive by herself.

And she was dead tired. No particular reason, there was just something about this shift that was draining her energy a little more today.

Unfortunately, that was reflecting in her voice.

"Thank you for choosing the Order, how can I help you today?" Ahsoka's voice was tired and cracking in some places. She made a note to take a quick sip of water or electrolyte water from the Freestyle machine when it next thinned out.

"Yeah, I'd like your Four Meal Deal, the chicken sandwich," The customer's voice was annoyed immediately, could even be considered a little hostile.

The teen didn't notice, too busy trying to get though the last few hours of her shift one order at a time. Her brain was also too tired to acknowledge the tone and avoid a confrontation before it happened.

"Alright, and for your drink?"

"Sprite."

"The sauce for your nuggets?"

"Are you having a bad day or something?" A louder voice asked, slightly faint from distance from the speaker. The passenger of the vehicle.

"Not really, just long," It wasn't an unusual thing for customers to ask how her day was, though Ahsoka was a bit put off from the aggression in the tone. But she had a job to do and no one else to be a buffer between herself and an aggressive customer. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch the kind of sauce you wanted."

"Barbeque."

"You got it, would you like anything else?"

"No."

"Alright, your total is four thirty-four at the window," Ahsoka scooped ice into a cup and set the machine to fill it. Quickly storing the order.

Wolffee appeared around the corner, eyeing the window with his good eye and a scowl.

The man definitely looked intimidating and the seemingly permanent scowl on his face often sold it to certain customers, but Ahsoka has been here long enough to know he was a big softy. Not only on the job, she saw Wolffee often when Plo Koon briefly fostered her before Obi-Wan took her in.

Rex also came to peer around the corner that was the fry station, a frown on his face.

With a sigh, Ahsoka opened the window with a lackluster smile on her face. "Hi, four thirty-four."

The driver handed over a card while the passenger leaned to peer at her. Ahsoka handed over the sprite and quickly completed the payment transaction, trying to get this car out as quickly as possible.

She quickly put their food in a to-go bag and slipped a straw into the bag.

"Would you like your receipt?" Ahsoka handed over the card and bag.

"Yes," The driver handed the food over to her passenger, who immediately pulled out the sandwich and started unwrapping it.

Ripping the receipt from the machine, she silently handed it over.

The passenger leaned over, an open sandwich in hand. "There's a hair in this!"

The less tired part of Ahsoka, who always came out to argue with customers she knew were full of shit, wanted to say she was way too quick in her accusation for there to actually be a hair. But that voice of reason was too tired and they weren't allowed to really say anything for situations like this. "We can get you another sandwich, no problem."

The passenger scoffed and threw the sandwich.

The bottom half hit the wall just below the window while the bottom hit Ahsoka's chest, staining her uniform shirt in mayo, before it fell to the ground.

Ahsoka blinked and took a step back, her exhausted brain trying to comprehend what exactly just happened.

Immediately, Wolffee was leaning out the window. Yelling and arguing with the ladies while Rex gently guided Ahsoka to the side out of sight.

"You okay, kid?" He asked, wetting some paper towels in the sink in the back, used by the grill person to consistently wash their hands.

"I think it hasn't caught up to me yet," Ahsoka sighed, looking at the mayo stain on her shirt. "This shift has been a little tough and my brain is taking a while."

Rex frowned even more, but didn't say anything as he handed over the towels for her attempt to wipe off the mess.

Wolffee appeared behind her, a scowl on his face as he lowered the store phone from his ear. "They threw the food at the window and pulled up to the front. I already called the cops." He glanced at the exhausted looking teen. "Take fifteen and don't go out into the parking lot until after the police get here."

Ahsoka gave a nod, planning on taking a power nap in the rolly chair in the back.

With a groan, Ahsoka fell face first onto her bed, dropping her bag on the floor and letting her keys flop on the bed beside her head.

She needed a shower, and food, and a nap.

With the way her eyes were fluttering shut, it won't be happening in that order.

There was a knock from her doorway and she groaned in acknowledgment.

"Heard you had a rough day at work, Snips," She felt the bed dip as Anakin sat down beside her. "Rex gave me a call while you power napped in the back."

"I think I'm still in shock," She rolled so her head was resting on Anakin's lap. "Give me like a few hours or something."

"Did you talk to the police?" A hand started rubbing her arm in comfort.

"Wolffee did, the ladies were gone by the time they showed up and I was back in drive."

She didn't see Anakin's scowl, but she could almost sense his anger growing. "Hopefully, they don't come back."

Ahsoka shrugged, her eyes starting to flutter shut.

Her foster brother gave her a little shake. "Take a shower and get out of your uniform. Obi-Wan will be home soon with dinner and we're watching a movie tonight."

"I swear if it's another Fast and Furious movie, I'm going to kick you," The teen sat up. "Let's watch Atlantis, or really anything."

"Awww, come on, Snips," Anakin playfully whined. "But the cool cars and the Rock!"

"No," She told him as she grabbed some comfortable clothes she wouldn't mind falling asleep in, from her laundry pile. She didn't feel up to digging around her closet "Not even the Rock can redeem those movies."

It really hit Ahsoka the next day, when she was watching her mug of coffee fill up.

"A lady threw a fucking sandwich at me for being tired!"

This was a thing that actually happened to me. A lady, in fact threw a sandwich at me for sounding tired and I learned semi-recently that it's actually the main thing people complain about. Like I'm sorry I'm tired at 10pm or something I'll consume more energy drinks ig.

I did alter a few parts of the story; those changes being is the ladies ordered two different orders of the same thing, the sandwiches were plain, and there were two managers at the time of the event. One was helping me in drive before her shift ended. She was the Wolffee in this situation where the moment the sandwich hit me. She was leaning out the window arguing with them before the second manager came, heard what happened, and told the ladies to fuck off.

WENDY'S LORE: We clean and sanitize the Frosty machine every night, the time varies at night depending on who's on drive and when the manager wants to leave. So if a Wendy's worker says the Frosty machine is down or being cleaned, there's a very good chance that it is. We aren't allowed to tell a customer we don't have something if it isn't put away or being ready to be put away.