Trays begin coming back with sweet smelling waffles and hearty omelets and the occasional icing drenched cinnamon that is half eaten and disliked because of its abused amount of icing. Rushing about, the cutlery is dropped off at the station on top of all the plates of pastries which are just crumbs, stacked on by cold coffee mugs, daring not to fall over. The kitchen is a symphony of pots and pans, the dishwasher both its composer and …show more content…
A bus boy spills ketchup on himself. A food runner drops a simple bacon wrapped filet, the special of the day. The executive chef spills the grease jar and scalds his famous egg-flipping wrist. But soon enough, lunch is a thing of the past, and the 3 o'clock coffee junkies are the new visitors. Trying to not slip and slide through the greasy floors, the dishwasher rushes to sanitize and clean up the jumble that lays beneath him. Sweating and stressing, the dishwasher finally returns, this time scrubbing the what were tall lattes with skim milk and extra foam, iced coffees from the group of teenagers that were drenched in hazelnut syrup and cinnamon, and putting in his greatness effort to remove the stains on the mug from the silky black coffee. A swell of strawberry