Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica.Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
And the misspelling of the title is deliberate.
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Sanna Larson heard Celia tell the handsome man, "You can just go on our web site and fill out a job application there."
Judging from the forlorn look in the man's eyes, Sanna was willing to bet that the man did not have a computer. Or, he did not know how to use a computer, how to fill out an on-line application. Getting Celia's attention, Sanna pointed underneath the cash register were the pad of application forms was resting.
"Udelle said he don't want no one using them," Celia snapped at Sanna.
"Udelle needs understand not everyone has a computer," Sanna snapped in reply. "And, what good's it doing just letting them forms sit there? He think they going be worth a bunch of money some day?"
"Fine," Celia spat, tearing a form from the half-used pad.
Just as Sanna knew she would, Celia waited until the man was out of the restaurant then tossed the completed application form into the garbage. Sanna dug the form out and stuffed it into her purse. Looking up, Sanna put a smile on her face as two couples entered the restaurant. The two young men were taunting one another about a golf game and the two women were giggling and fawning over the two young men.
"Hi, welcome to Chuck," Sanna said, bringing four laminated menus to their table.
That night, Sanna arrived home, wearily showered that day's restaurant smells from her flesh and knee length red hair, then padded nude to her kitchen. She turned her laptop computer on, then dug Roger Conway's application from her purse. His address was on Banks Street; Sanna immediately recognized the address for the homeless shelter. Even as she typed in the application, she wondered if Roger might have a drug or alcohol problem.
"But God! Did he look good in them jeans," Sanna murmured, thinking of the handsome man, with his thick brown hair, sad brown eyes, muscled chest and tight jeans.
"Wait. He, he's got a Master's degree? Then, what, what's he doing applying at Chuck?" Sanna asked herself.
"Wait. He, he was working at Cochin's? Then what? This just don't make no sense," Sanna muttered as she filled out the application. His arrest for driving while under the influence did not look good, but Sanna persevered.
Udelle decided Roger Conway deserved a second chance so hired the thirty three year old man. Celia let Udelle know she didn't want to be working any shifts with 'that homeless loser.' Udelle regarded the insolent teenager for several long moments, just staring at her. When Celia repeated her assertion, Udelle just continued to stare.
"Well?" Celia finally snapped.
"Well, Ms. Hebert, you won't need to worry about that," Udelle finally said. "Best of luck in your future endeavors. Oh. But at your next job? Might behoove you to remember who's the boss and who the employee is.""
The beautiful blonde stormed out of the kitchen, screamed some insults at Roger then left Chuck Restaurant. With a sigh, Udelle pulled his cell phone from his pocket.
"Yeah, like you're the first blonde bitch tell me what a loser I am," Roger said, hurrying to clear off a table.
"Hey Sanna? Need you to come on in," Udelle said as he carried three laminated menus to a table of newcomers. "Hi folks! Ever been here before? No? Well, let me tell you; the place is called 'Chuck' because all of our hamburgers are made from one hundred percent ground chuck. This gives the best ratio of meat to fat content for the best flavor. And our cast iron grill is at..."
As Sanna and Roger worked, Sanna found out that Roger had recently been divorced from Poppy Johnson. He and the beautiful, overly-developed blonde had met on the campus of the University of Louisiana at DeGarde; she was a sophomore and he was in his Master's program in Mechanical Engineering. He was still stunned at the speed in which everything seemed to happen. They met, they went on a few dates, and they were married at St. Richard's Catholic Church.
"Everything's going great guns," Roger said, even as he swept the floor behind the long counter.
Two years into the marriage, Poppy was no closer to obtaining her Bachelor's degree; she'd once again decided on a new major of study. But her ardor toward Roger had cooled considerably.
"Then one day? I mean, God! Ate breakfast; felt fine, get in my car to go to work, next thing I know, I'm waking up in the hospital, under arrest," Roger admitted.
"Huh?" Sanna said.
"I blacked out; they said I was flying high on a combination of narcotics," Roger said. "Poppy immediately applies for a divorce; her grandfather is Judge Jesse Johnson and her uncle is Judge Parker Johnson. I am totally screwed and I still don't know how I wound up with the drugs in my system."
"Hmm," Sanna mused, thinking she had a pretty good idea how the drugs got into Roger's system. "You made the breakfast that morning?"
"Yeah. If it's not toaster waffles? Poppy is completely lost. So, I make the breakfast; she makes the coffee," Roger smiled sadly at the memory.
"Hmm," Sanna said, thinking that for someone with a Master's Degree, Roger Conway was pretty stupid.
"Anyway, Cochin fired me; I don't blame them. I mean, its right there in their employee's manual," Roger mumbled.
"Need a ride?" Sanna asked as Udelle locked the door behind them.
"If it's not too much trouble," Roger agreed.
