Once upon a time there was a Third World Country
that had to get a second job.
It didn't mind the apron or the miserable customers
too much. There were certain perks
and opportunities to meet cool people.
But it really could not stand the staff manager
who stomped around in a suit
though he had only worked there a few months longer
than anyone else. He ruined everyone's day.
The only comfort was that eventually
the staff manager would die
or find another job,
and that he probably didn't have a girlfriend.