Of course, those who dont smoke dont get these extra breaks, which is a little unfair - but it wouldnt be quite so bad if it was a quick two minute puff then back behind the bar again. Nine times out of ten, thats not what happens. What happens, is that the staff member in question grabs their foul-smelling tools of death and ventures out to the beer garden to join the friends or regulars that are already out there. Ten to fifteen minutes later, they remember that theyre not actually out on the lash but working, and sneak back in to pretend theyve been in the loo the rest of the time. Everyone then gives them the tight, brittle smile of a wife whos used to being lied to. Were not angry. Were just disappointed, and wondering why we still let you get away with it.
Professional writer, punk werewolf and nesting place for starfish. Obsessed with squid, spirals and story. I publish short weird fiction online at desincarne.com, and tweet nonsense under the name Jack The Bodiless. You can follow me all you like, just don't touch my stuff.
