Ducky Park
FOOD STAND
"I don't think I'd mind working at one of the food stands," You tell him.
"Great," he says. "Let me go see where we have some openings and I'll be right back. You just wait here." He leaves you alone just inside the gate and you watch as he disappears into a building not far away.
You stand there idly, watching as Ducky Park patrons enter the park ready for a fun filled and exciting day at everyone's favorite local amusement park. You see the woman and her daughter who were standing near you in line and smile stupidly at the little girl when her eyes fall on yours with curiosity. She clings to her mothers hand and looks away. She says something to her mother and the woman looks briefly back at you, a cold gaze shooting from her eyes to meet yours. They disappear into the crowd soon after.
After a bit you look out toward the gate and spot Happy Duck entering through the park and walking over to you. His friendly eyes and smiling duck bill is a sharp contrast to the bitter man who wears the suit.
"So what are you doing now?" He asks, hands on his cartoonishly large duck hips.
"I'm… Standing here?" You answer.
"Must be nice having an uncle that runs the park," he tells you.
"Oh it is, actually," You say. "He’s letting me pick what job I want. I'm gonna work at one of the food areas."
"Great," Happy Duck says. "Remind me not to eat today.”
“You could get sick if you don’t eat,” You tell him. “My dad says you are supposed to eat something every day.”
The duck stares at you, silently judging you behind the cartoon eyes. He throws his winged arms up in defeat. “See you around, dipshit." He waddles off into the mass of park goers, the delight of children and adults alike. A little kid breaks away from his parents to hug Happy’s leg.
You watch as the crowd continues to trickle in, heading off to their various destinations. Soon enough your uncle Jim returns. "Alright," He says; "I checked it out. We have two food areas in need of help and a third option. You can cook pizza at the pizza stand, there's only two people assigned there and ideally we need three. There's a hotdog and french fry stand that's short-handed. And the third option is a lemonade stand. Lemonade stands are pretty much a one man gig and there is an unused stand over by the water park area."
You stare blankly back at him.
"So what's it going to be?" He asks.
"I don't think I'd mind working at one of the food stands," You tell him.
"Great," he says. "Let me go see where we have some openings and I'll be right back. You just wait here." He leaves you alone just inside the gate and you watch as he disappears into a building not far away.
You stand there idly, watching as Ducky Park patrons enter the park ready for a fun filled and exciting day at everyone's favorite local amusement park. You see the woman and her daughter who were standing near you in line and smile stupidly at the little girl when her eyes fall on yours with curiosity. She clings to her mothers hand and looks away. She says something to her mother and the woman looks briefly back at you, a cold gaze shooting from her eyes to meet yours. They disappear into the crowd soon after.
After a bit you look out toward the gate and spot Happy Duck entering through the park and walking over to you. His friendly eyes and smiling duck bill is a sharp contrast to the bitter man who wears the suit.
"So what are you doing now?" He asks, hands on his cartoonishly large duck hips.
"I'm… Standing here?" You answer.
"Must be nice having an uncle that runs the park," he tells you.
"Oh it is, actually," You say. "He’s letting me pick what job I want. I'm gonna work at one of the food areas."
"Great," Happy Duck says. "Remind me not to eat today.”
“You could get sick if you don’t eat,” You tell him. “My dad says you are supposed to eat something every day.”
The duck stares at you, silently judging you behind the cartoon eyes. He throws his winged arms up in defeat. “See you around, dipshit." He waddles off into the mass of park goers, the delight of children and adults alike. A little kid breaks away from his parents to hug Happy’s leg.
You watch as the crowd continues to trickle in, heading off to their various destinations. Soon enough your uncle Jim returns. "Alright," He says; "I checked it out. We have two food areas in need of help and a third option. You can cook pizza at the pizza stand, there's only two people assigned there and ideally we need three. There's a hotdog and french fry stand that's short-handed. And the third option is a lemonade stand. Lemonade stands are pretty much a one man gig and there is an unused stand over by the water park area."
You stare blankly back at him.
"So what's it going to be?" He asks.