Chapter 547: Dilemma, Dilemma

Replenishing stock was always the most tedious part of the job. 

Some days you just get patrons that all coincidentally order the same thing - and you're just there with your notepad wondering if the planets had all aligned today.

Same toppings, same dressings… over time you'd end up eventually grasping only empty air on the shelves, so what do you do then?

Why, you go 'round the back of course. Refill, reload and replenish. 

Which is exactly what I did… hugging cartons of dairy, standing on tiptoe for the can of whipped cream, trying not to trip.

Agonizingly mind-numbing after two trips in a row, sure, but hey, it's honest work.

Besides, back here… sometimes you get to inadvertently overhear things that you couldn't out there.

The manager's door nearby slightly hung ajar, and I quietly shuffled closer… forgot the whipped cream was on the other shelf actually.