Karmic Fries

 “Josie and Dhanesh, help me unpack these things,” Steve hollered from the back room. The two walked over. “We were just leaving,” Josie said. “The registers are closed. The store is clean. The garbage is in the dump. Can it wait until tomorrow?” Steve stared at her and cast an impatient sneer. “If it could wait until tomorrow, I wouldn’t have asked you now.” Josie and Dhanesh looked at each other with knowing glances. They hated the night manager. Hated him with a passion. “Sure, Steve,” she finally replied. “No sweat.” Read more