I don't go to fast food places that are packed with joggers almost ever.. but one night I had an urge for a Popeye's fried chicken sandwich. It was late at night and I entered the business to be greeted by a younger black man who was mopping the floor. I immediately complemented his orange doorag. He then walked behind the counter and sanitized his hands before opening up at the cashier desk. I didn't see anyone anywhere and noticed he was alone. His staff had all called in sick for the night shift and he told me he was; believe it or not, the shift leader. He is Shyquan'Jerome D'Ron Bartholomew the Third Johnson and he had 3 nametags to show his name on his uniform. His customer service was excellent and he even used a "White" accent which I appreciated as he conducted a perfect job performance. He then went and started preparing the sandwich with speed and agility mixed with talent and professional skills. - *ballad of the black and forgotten shift leader who nobody knew had the knowledge and etiquette*