Entitled People make me hate humanity

So I don't know what is wrong with the people who come to Stonecrest, but too many of them are entitled or just plain stupid.
Yesterday, we had a lady come in to take a bathroom break from her movie at the movie theater across from our arcade to eat and drink at the bar. She was there for over 30 minutes. I feel bad that she wasted her money like that. But whatever. I think she just wanted to say she saw the new Avenger movie, but whatever.
Today was just stressful and annoying. We had a rush the moment our third person left our department. Leaving it with just me and Kay. Apparently, our other closer called out. Our other person who was supposed to come in for training didn't show either. But he hasn't shown for many of his work days. It's sad because the one day I worked with him, he was very attentive and soaked up everything like a sponge. The other two new guys are a bit slow, but improving gradually. I'm trying not to mama bird them, but I am a bit of a control freak.
But I had several people ask for things that aren't on the menu or things we don't sell. Mainly, cups of water and lemon pepper wings. I don't know why, but a lot of people expect/believe we have free water cups or cups of ice and then they're confused when I tell them we don't have cups of water. I have to explain and even repeat over and over to the SAME person that we only have the soda cups and bottle water. Yes they are expensive. It's an arcade connected to a mall. What do you expect?
But today, we had so many that it just destroyed my soul. It also didn't help that I got off at 1am and I have to go back in at 10:30am. So what is that? around 8 to 9 hours to get home and try to sleep after all this stress. I just can't. I am still up and it's nearly 3am. My sleep schedule is so fucked.
But I had to deal with one customer. They (a man and his preteen daughter) came up to the counter and I saw them look and run their fingers over the menu. They looked at the wings and everything. There are only 3 flavors; plain, buffalo, and bbq. No other flavors.
They looked me in the eye and asked for lemon pepper wings.
"We don't have lemon pepper wings," I tell them.
The man apparently had a issue with how I said it. He paused and said I was rude and that I shouldn't have said it that way.
I told him curtly, "You asked for lemon pepper wings, I told you we don't have them."
Man, "But it's the way you said it. You work in customer service. You have said it's not available."
I, growing more annoyed and confused by this weirdness, "Look, I'm not following your logic. I simply told you we don't have lemon pepper wings." Grant it, I knew he had read the menu but I didn't bring it up because maybe he's illiterate. I wish we had a book store that wasn't 40 minutes away.
Man, "But it's the way you said it."
I just stared at him. I am so done repeating the same thing over and over again.
Man, "Can you apologize for the way you said spoke in front of my child?"
I, shaking my head, "No. You asked for something we don't have. I told you we don't have it. I've had to say the same things to several others today. I say it short and simple." Grant it, I didn't curse. Though I wanted too. And frankly, if you can't handle blunt, maybe you shouldn't go out. If that girl has any contact without others, I'm sure she's heard a lot worse from her classmates.
The sheer fact he thinks we have to sugar coat anything is hilarious. I am not here to appease you, I'm hear to cook, prep, clean, and take a few orders. It's nearly 20 minutes to close and there's still a line of orders that Kay is making and will be making pass closing time.
The man asks for a manager. I shrug. Alright let's waste this time. I call for a manager over the mic. I get no response. Not abnormal. I only have one manager on the floor and he's stuck at the bar.
A few minutes of silence pass.
The man gestures to the manager, "Is that your manager?"
I nod, "Yes."
The man smiles like he's made some victory, "I know."
"Oh that's nice," I shrug. I've got like two people behind this guy at this point and he won't move so I can take their orders. If ya'll think I care who ya'll know, I don't. I doubt any of us do.
The manager never came over though. I believe I got one of our security guard's cup. They have to sign for it.
The man finally addresses me again, "Do you want to try to this again?"
I'm pretty sure I cocked an eyebrow at him, "Look," I glance at the clock, It's 11:19 and the kitchen is closing at 11:30 since our other closer didn't come in. "The kitchen closes in 10 minutes. Do you want to order something or not?"
I am so done with this guy. Most of it is him demanding an apologize. I don't give apologize when asked. I'm not about giving fake apologize. It'll make the rest of my apologizes meaningless.
He again asks if the man at the bar is my manager.
I tell him, "Yes. Only one in tonight."
He then leaves and takes his daughter with him. He didn't order anything as the last two orders I had were from my coworkers.
I just can't deal with humans some times. And it becomes so bad that I can only call them humans and not people. I wish I could just collapse into sleep, but I am carrying way too much negative energy and I am lacking a black candle to banish it.

Reunited

The man stared at the screen. The image was fuzzy, but he could see. That was his daughter. The police were coming by again today and he was hoping for some answers. He wanted to know why his daughter was on the free way when she should have been at home.
A knock on the door caught his attention. It was about time. He had been pacing as he intently watched the screen.
He pulled open the door and frowned at the person there.
The man on his porch wasn't an officer. He wore a button up orange shirt tucked into a pair of khaki pants. His hair was combed back and his eyes were green.
"Hello. Are you lost?" The house didn't have anything but homes around it. the nearest gas station was a 10 minute drive away.
The man nodded, "Are you Gregor Thomps?"
Gregor arched a brow at the man. "I am. And you are?"
The man sighed with relief. "I've driven to 4 wrong houses looking for you. I'm Doctor Brain Bonner." He held out his hand to him. "It's very nice to finally meet you."
Gregor took the hand and returned a firm shake. "To what do I owe a doctor's visit?"
"I've been one of the doctors caring for your daughter Maureen," he stated slowly.
Gregor felt himself pale. This couldn't be happening. His little girl couldn't be dead. He hadn't even been allowed to see her at the hospital yet.
"She's still alive sir," Dr. Bonner assured.
Gregor sighed in relief. "What is her condition?"
"She's doing a lot better then when she first came to the hospital." Dr. Bonner stated. He turned to his car. It was a black car with dark windows. He waved at the car and the passenger door opened. A wheel chair was pulled out and unfolded by slender pale hands.
"Who is that?" Gregor asked.
Dr. Bonner smiled. "No worries. She's too stubborn to allow us to help."
Gregor could make out the top of the wig as a small form exited the car. She rolled the chair with some difficulty before closing the door. Her legs were in tact, but they didn't move. Gregor didn't recognize the young woman at first until she reached the first step of the porch. She glared at it as she could not get on the porch on her own. She looked up at him and smile.
It was her face. It was just like her face. Something seemed slightly off about her blue eyes. But it was her. It couldn't have been anyone else.
"Maureen," his voice trembled.
It sounded different. Scared and weak. It was not something Maureen had ever heard from her father. He had always been as hard as stone. The toughest of tough. She felt guilty for causing this type of voice to ever be heard from him.
She nodded with a sad smile. Her eyes glanced over the house. She remembered drawing with chalk on the porch. Practicing ballad in the soft grass. She climbed out the top of the window in her room to watch a neighbor's firework. So many memories happened here.
"They said you were in critical condition." Gregor stated as he walked down the stairs.
"Who is they?" Maureen inquired.
"The police," he was confused. How had his daughter not known the police were involved.
"Are they investigating the kidnapping?" Maureen looked passed her father and at Dr. Bonner.
"Kidnapping?" Gregor yelled before coughing and looking at the doctor for answers.
"Her memory isn't all there yet. But she did not run away. She had been bound," Dr. Bonner looked at Maureen's small wrists. He could still see the tape there even if the scars no longer existed. "When she had arrived at the hospital. Due to the damage of the car, she has had to undergo several surgeries. She has more to undergo. But the trauma has created memory lost as any trauma would."
"How come the police haven't told me any of this?" Gregor demanded.
Dr. Bonner shifted his weight. "I'm afraid they might suspect you or others around here. We don't want them getting rid of any evidence."
"Why am I a suspect?" Gregor growled.
"Because my last memory before the  hospital is of hearing you come home. You were on the phone." Maureen stated. "You're the last person I remember hearing or seeing."
"What day was this?" Gregor asked. He hadn't been home the night she went missing. He had been drinking with friends.
Maureen tilted her head as her brows crunched up. Her memory was still blurry and she had been half awake when she had heard them. "It might have been Friday night, maybe Saturday morning?" She mumbled.
"Take your time," Dr. Bonner spoke softly.
Maureen looked around the front of the home. She was looking for something.
"Let me get you inside," Gregor grabbed the handles of her wheel chair. "I bet you've been homesick."
Maureen's eyes widened as she looked from her father to Dr. Bonner.
When Brian did nothing, she frantically turned to her father, "I'm not staying."
"Not staying?" Gregor repeated with a confused look.
"I'm..." Maureen took a deep breath. "I'm not coming home." Her eyes became watery. "I only wanted to see how you were and take Calli with me."
"Where are you going?" Gregor questioned harshly.
"The hospital," Maureen answered as she shrunk back in her chair.
"Maureen, I can't afford all these hospital bills as it is. It would be best for you to come home. I can take care of you here." Gregor snapped.
"Sir," Dr. Bonner placed a hand on his shoulder.
"What do you want?" Gregor hissed.
"You will not be held accountable for Maureen's medical care," Dr. Bonner stated firmly.
"Oh! So you're going to put my daughter in debt?" Gregor yelled.
Maureen rolled her eyes. Her father was a hot head.
"No," Dr. Bonner shook his head. "A new medical technique was used to save Maureen's life. She needs to stay at the hospital to be observed for any side effects of the procedure."
"For how long?" Gregor glared at the doctor. He wasn't too fond of this man.
"A year at most of hospital stay. At least five years of monitoring afterwards." Dr. Bonner answered honestly.
"You're going to keep her in a hospital for a year?" Gregor shouted. "Who is paying for this?"
"The medical community," Dr. Bonner  answered. "You nor your daughter will need to pay for anything."
"Why did you use something experimental on her without my permission?" Gregor crossed his arms.
Maureen rolled herself to the porch swing since she was on the porch.
"Sir, when your daughter came to the emergency room, she was a jane doe. It was obvious that anything we would normally do, wouldn't work. So we did a new experimental procedure. She is the first person to undergo it. And she's survived. Your daughter right now is a medical breakthrough. But she needs to be monitored until we're sure she won't suffer any ill effects. Her health and safety is our number one concern."
Gregor took a deep breath to calm down. "How long will she be able to visit?"
"A little while won't hurt. I think being here might help with her memory." Dr. Bonner stated. He looked at Maureen. She had managed to crawl onto the porch swing. She was laying on the arm of the swing. "Maureen, would you like to go inside and see if anything helps your memory?"
Maureen sat up and looked at Gregor. "Where is Calli?"

Blind Date Ch15

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KRISSIE: Finally returning. Hopefully no one throws rocks at me for the wait.
'.'
Shadow glared at his phone. Amy had been avoiding him and he knew it. But for her to just go to Mercia to hide from him! It was the most infuriating thing to him.
He now sat glaring at his phone waiting for some kind of message from the pink hedgehog. Since she said she wanted to be alone for a while, fine. He would wait for her to contact him. But he was getting impatient. He held his phone away from his face and simply dropped it. Clonk-klak.
Shadow looked over to find the phone had hit the floor just right and rolled into the crater Amy had caused. He stared at it for a moment before laughing.
How did she manage such things?
"Shadow are you alright?" Rouge asked. She had walked up to his home to hear a sound she wasn't used to and let herself inside. She found the ebony hedgehog curled up holding his side as his hand covered his face. For a second, she thought he was having a mental break down.
Shadow looked up at her, tears forming in his eyes as he gestured towards the crater beside his chair. "Look at what she's done." 

Rouge looked at the crater and then back at her coworker. "How did Amy break your floor like that?"

"Rose is a lot stronger then she looks. No wonder everyone shrieks away from her when she's angry." Shadow chuckled as he tried to catch his breath. Once he had regained his composure, he stood up. "So what brings you by?"

"I wanted to see how you were. You seem to be on edge more then usual lately. The others at GUN have noticed and began their normal murmurs." Rouge stated as she picked up Shadow's phone from the crater. "Good thing your phone isn't broken with your floor," she held the phone out to Shadow. Shadow simply shrugged as he took the phone. He turned on the screen to check for new messages. None from Rose. He turned the screen off and put the phone on the stand next to his chair. 

"Want to go out for a bit?" Rouge offered hopefully. 

Shadow mulled it over for a moment. Some time outside his house would be good. "Sure, I need to get materials to fix my floor."

Rouge smiled. "Construction store it is."

Shadow followed the bat to her car in the yard. Locking his front door on the way.

Amy Rose found John to be rather hyper. The preteen wanted to be told stories of freedom fighting non-stop or run outside  climb trees. She felt like she had a lot in common with her cousin.

John paused on a tree branch and loomed down at Amy standjng by the base of the tree. 

"How come your friends keep texting you?"

Amy blinked at the sudden question. She shrugged it off, "They want to mnow how I'm doing. It's normal to text friends when you aren't able to see them."

John pursed his lips as he looked at the other trees. "You came home suddenly. Did you get into a fight with a friend and don't know how to make up yet?" He plucked a few leaves off  branch. 

"What?" Amy shook her head. John normally didn't ask such on the nose questions. "No, why would you ask that?"

John sighed as he made his way down. " I picked up your phone and saw a text from Cream asking about what happened. I got curious," John twiddled with his fingers. "So i went through more of your texts and saw that you didn't want to talk to Shadow. So i thought you two got into a fight and didn't know how to make up." John hugged onto Amy. "It's okay, if it is.

Amy sighed as she rustled his hair. "Sneaky child. Who told you it was okay to snoop?"

"Snooping as usual on Eggman is fine, but not when you're worried about family?" John tilted his head with a small pout. "Besides I'm sure mum and dad snoop on me all the time."

Amy chuckled. "That's just parents. They're protective," she pulled John up into a tight hug. She released him when he began wheezing for air. "Oops."

"How do your friends survive," John muttered as he caught his breath.

Amy shrugged. "Oh, i think i see a rare bird over there," she walked towards the animal as John crouched. The echidna caught up with her after a moment.

"So what did you two fight about?" John asked curiously. 

Amy sighed as she watched the bird. "You know how you're not aware of a flaw until someone points it out to you and then you're mad at them until you're ready to admit they're right?"

"Yeah, I had a fight like that with one of my mates at school. He's really perceptive. At least that's what mom calls it." John kicked a rock with his shoe. 

Amy turned to smile at her cousin. "That's what Shadow is too."

"But if you're aware he's right?" John tilted his head.

"I'm still upset and want to be angry with him for a while longer." Amy smiled. "I'll talk to him once I've worked through my issue and then he'll be stunned by how much I've matured." Amy placed her knuckles on hips and stood tall in triumph. She looked like a super hero to John. 

"Alright." John smiled. He didn't quite get it, but maybe it was because of  his age. His dad love saying that for most things he didn't get. 

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KRISSIE: And we're done! Done doney done done! I'm so pleased with this. Next chapter will be written hopefully soon.
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