Extend the Story - Add a Room

"Ugh...fine Dave, I'll work through the dinner rush." You reply begrudgingly.

Daves smiles triumphantly, "Theres a good lad. Now put on an apron and get to bussing some tables."

You comply and begin to bus filthy tables where most plates retain most of their food as the old people who frequent the joint don't seem to eat much. You hate your life and want to die for being such a monumental loser. You should of went to college you think.

An elderly woman sitting with a old man in a wheelchair call to you to come over to their table. You approach them.

"Young man....would it kill you to bring my husband and I some extra napkins? We have been waiting for 20 minutes without napkins, now our food is getting cold!"

The old lady is clearly a moron.

"Mam, I'm just a bus boy, that is your server who hasn't brought you napkins, not me."

She sneers at you, "Oh how silly of me to think a bus boy had the ethic to pick up a damn napkin and place it on a table. Since your such a lazy young man do you mind fetching our waitress?"

Wow. That was rude of her. But you are used to this kind of treatment on a daily basis at Golden Memories. Question is, are you gonna take it this time?

Murder her and the wheelchair bound husband