Pretty fucking good. My middle son won't shut up about popeyes. He doesn't know about my issues with niggers.
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
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