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Like most weeks, going through any possible options I might have for my blog I was stuck with not much to talk about. I keep finding that I never have the right things happen to me for this, or I guess \u201cbloggable\u201d things. Everything that has been happening with me lately has either been too personal to blog about, or not interesting enough. I can never find that good balance between the two, it can feel like such a chore sometimes so for this week I decided to share a small excerpt from a project that I am working on.<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Grease plagued the nostrils of the two EMT workers when they entered Jolly\u2019s that evening. It was a staple of Bennings, one of the only fast food places that they had. Having a minute population of just over four-thousand people, Bennings was invisible in the eyes of big corporations, and they were aware of it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cAlright sir that will be $11.94,\u201d the teenage cashier stammered, attempting to speak in a chipper tone.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cBullshit $11.94, it was $7.50 when I came into this dump last week.\u201d the EMT sputtered.<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cSir, with all due respect I am seventeen years old. I barely have any control in my own job, let alone what your two burgers cost you. You can take it or leave it, I really couldn’t care less.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cYou-\u201d the EMT swiftly being interrupted by his coworker.<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cWe don\u2019t have time for this Otto\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cJohn I swear to god if you don\u2019t-\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll pay,\u201d John said, pulling out a crumpled twenty dollar bill from his jacket pocket.This wasn\u2019t the first time that John had to stop one of Otto\u2019s confrontations from progressing. However John with a towering stature of 6 ‘3 and wide muscular build it wouldn\u2019t have been a very grueling task to break up and situation that might\u2019ve progressed.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cWould you like to sign up for our awards program, or round up to help contribute to Saint Patricks Children’s Hospita-\u201d He was interrupted by a now apparent scowl that sat on Otto\u2019s face. The wrinkles on his forehead speaking words louder than anything that left the confines of his lips.<\/span><\/p>\n The ringing of the cash register echoed throughout the empty establishment, Jolly\u2019s was what John would categorize as a \u201cgraveyard restaurant.\u201d An establishment littered with black and white photos of Jolly\u2019s from decades prior as an attempt to hold on to its former glory. Now just a shell of itself.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n If it wasn\u2019t for the constant humming of rain upon the tin roof the restaurant would have been plagued with silence. \u201cHey Joe can I get two number fives ple-.\u201d The cashier, interrupted with a sudden boom of thunder, fell back. It was as if the thunder had cascaded down from the clouds and behind the counter. It was an odd type of thunder, it wasn\u2019t the kind of thunder that one would hear at the start of a storm, but the kind that one might hear at its climax.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cAnything new and exciting going on?\u201d John asked casually as he began to flip through his phone. Its small black stature sitting insignificantly within the confines of John\u2019s large palm. However all that this statement was met with was a dismissive chuckle on Otto\u2019s behalf.<\/span><\/p>\n The storm continued to roar outside as both men awkwardly scooted into the red and white synthetic leather booth. Jolly\u2019s windows began to vibrate, water cascading down its unwashed exterior, the clouds that were once a light gray now became to stain a deep ashen gray. The sun had begun its descent as they waited impatiently for their food to arrive.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Like most weeks, going through any possible options I might have for my blog I was stuck with not much to talk about. I keep finding that I never have the right things happen to me for this, or I guess \u201cbloggable\u201d things. 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