I scrubbed hard at the dirty top of the laminate table, balancing the dishes I had cleared in my free hand. I hurried back to the kitchen, and flopped the dishes down in the sink for me to clean later. I had just done a load of them, so I needn't worry about that. As I walked back into the main room, I smoothed my hands over the garish red polo with the Red Lobster logo. I hated working here, but it was better than starving. Gert, the slutty hostess and chief of a band of equally slutty waitresses, stood at the door, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder, and batting her mascara encrusted eyelashes at a group of guys who had just came in. I rolled my eyes at her back, as she stuck out her chest and pulled down on her shirt. I stuck my tongue out at her, trudged over to the next newly abandoned table and began clearing the dishes away from that.
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