September 15, 2008
Dale was chopping tomatoes and onions in the back room when Theodore started knocking at the back door. Thanks man, he said, continuing his trek to the manager's office. He wondered what the two could possibly have in common besides drugs, chopping the vegetables into their respective metal pans to be used at the sandwich station. Sarah had those dark, latin eyes that probed you in a friendly way. Theodore was a skinny, adolescent smoker. He heard everyone smoked after work sometimes but tonight he was taking the dime bag he purchased from the big, black dishwasher home with him.