Eliot was here on a Saturday.
The kitchen staff were all huddled together, staring at him suspiciously and taking bets as to what strange thing was about to happen.
"That's ridiculous," Eliot said. "I don't -- I'm not only
here on a weekend when weird shit's going down."
"Usually it's 'cause the kids are here," the dishwasher said.
"Or the dead have risen," the busboy offered.
"Or when the aliens attack!" said the cook.
Eliot frowned, thinking, then shook his head. "Okay, but --"
"Remember the one where the Ghost of Christmas Present made everyone empathic?" said the busboy.
"That was a good one," the cook agreed. "I liked he one where he was about ten and climbed up on the awning to try to read."
"Definitely better than when he's sixty and all nostalgic," the dishwasher said.
"What about the time he got possessed by a serial killer and one of the customers had to magically throw him into the wall so she could escape?" the busboy asked.
The other two frowned at him.
"Was that a Saturday?"
"I don't even know, that was about a million years ago."
"Yeah, man, we're not talking about ancient history."
"Right," said Eliot. "Well. At least the new guy will get a feel for what working here will really be like."
Poor Miguel. Today's specials
Sweet potato and brussel sprout hash with poached egg and thyme hollandaise
Brown butter pear crepes
Pumpkin cheesecake muffins
Luke's was open
and OCD free, as the mun used all her brain on the text apparently