September 2011
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Short-order Cook
An average joe comes in
and orders thirty cheeseburgers and thirty fries. I wait for him to pay before I start cooking. He pays. He ain’t no average joe. The grill is just big enough for ten rows of three. I slap the burgers down throw two buckets of fries in the deep frier and they pop pop spit spit… psss… The counter girls laugh. I concentrate. It is the crucial point— they...
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