A Major Minor Mishap
FAST FOOD, KIOSK | RIGHT | JUNE 16, 2014
(I am 15 years old, and I work in my cousin’s burger van or cafe during the school breaks. Often I will be in the kiosk late at night when all the clubs close while my cousin is still working. One night a group of guys in their 30s comes up, slightly drunk, and ordered a bunch of food.)

Customer #1 : “You having fun tonight?”

Me: “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

Customer #2 : “Oh, god, leave her alone, dude!”

Me: *laughs nervously*

Customer #1 : “Oh, come on… Hey, you see that sausage on the hotplate?”

Me: “Uh, yeah?”

Customer #1 : “I could give you double the sausage on that hotplate if you come back with me.”

Me: “Oh, is that so?”

Customer #1 : “Oh yeah, totally.”

(I laugh and let him carry on, his friends just laughing at him.)

Me: “So, I’m curious. Do you always talk to minors like that?”

Customer #1 : “What?!”

Me: “Well, I’m 15.”

(Customer #1 runs off in a hurry without his order, red faced.)

Customer #2 : “Well, he won’t live that down any time soon!”