Salmon Burrito

The best part of working in a restaurant is having the ability to drop in on peoples conversations. I mostly enjoy the mother-daughter conflicts as they are the best. The other night was no exception.

I walked in at this point..."MOM PLEEEASE. PLEASE LET ME."

"Write me an essay and I think about."

"Why can't I just tell you NOOOOW why i should go."

"I want an essay, a really big essay."

"Dad will you PLEASE tell mom she is a fucking idiot."

"Robert, Robert are you gonna let her talk to me like this. ROBERT tell me your not gonna just sit there and do nothing."

I got involved at this point. "Sir, would you like me to fill up your diet coke." He lifted his head up to give me a little nod. I walked away trying to hold back my tears of laughter. When i returned the situation had changed completely.

"I'm gonna write a really really big essay mommy." She then made a sign with her hands and arms as to show her mother how big essay was going to be.

"Thank you baby. I love you" They then preceded to hug and kiss each other. The little girl then took some of her brothers coloring paper and crayons and started drafting her essay. This time i was coming over with the food, i handed out everything except for one.

"Salmon Burrito?"

"That's for my little angle" Patting her daughters , running her fingers through her hair.

"WHHHHAT! I wanted a shrimp burrito. You are so fucking stupid mom."