It was about four pm on a Friday, shift change, people scurrying to get everything done so they could leave. At the time I didn’t understand why people would rush around, like a chicken with their head cut off. When arriving that day the feeling of rushed was blossoming through the air, it was an uneasy setting. On this particular day they had me delivering food to tables; well part of my job is to ask if everything looks okay and if they need anything else. For the sake of, one particular table I had done the same thing, but this time a customer asked me to go get her a refill on her drink, it all went downhill from there. Walking slowly over to the service station, I refilled her drink along with her four friends’ as well. It was slowly
