Dish washing in Snippets

  • Aug. 10, 2013, 9:51 p.m.
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I got a job as a dishwasher across the street from dads. I started at 3 and worked to close. I got shifts everyday if I wanted. Usually I got Monday's off as they are typically slow for restaurants. I was living at dads because I was almost 17 and I didn't think they were looking for me anymore Besides they were probably looking for someone posing as a girl They probably didn't expect me to be a boy again. Hell it took me by surprise too. However I was wrong. The police used to frequent the restaurant and usually sat at the staff table. So once when I was on my break the police came in and sat down. The police officer asked me if I was where I was supposed to be and I shrugged. He ran my name and discovered I was a runaway. He talked to me asking me questions about where I was living and I told him dads three houses down. He had a few words with my boss. I had been working there almost two months and never missed a shift nd was good at my job. The police officer came back and talked with me. He told me he knew where I was where I worked and to keep my nose clean. And that was the end. Johnny my boss shook his head at me in approval, smiled and life went on.


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