Featured in this story: Brandon (click for pictures)
I walked into the restaurant. It was rather small, but a typical McDonald’s restaurant in every respect: a large room with seating for fifty or sixty people, a counter with three cash registers, and an open industrial kitchen.
There were no patrons but me, so I walked right up to the counter.
A young, skinny, bored-looking cashier with short blond hair and a freckled face was standing behind one of the registers. Above his upper lip was an amusing attempt at a moustache. I looked at his name tag. Jack. Jack looked like he was nineteen or twenty years old. He didn’t look like he had to shave every morning…
“Hi”, I smiled at him. “I’m looking for Brandon.”
Jack stared at me with a blank expression on his face.
“The Asian guy?” I said.
“Oh, Brandon”, Jack said.
Pause.
“I’m looking for him”, I said, smiling.
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