"Before you start seating customers, it would really help if you took out the trash," Mr. Markham asked, referencing an overflowing garbage can by the entrance.
Isabel was perplexed by his request. Her boss wanted her to venture through the wide open parking lot clad in nothing but the apron!
Isabel crossed her arms, intoxicated by her newfound insecurity. "Right now... Wearing this?"
Mr. Markham looked equally confused. "Yes, of course. C'mon."
He thrust the garbage bag through the air and into Isabel's bare arms. She remained frozen.
"Let's go," Markham persisted, motioning Isabel out the door.
The parking lot was barren, save for the cars of the establishment's loving patrons, all parked in tight clusters adjacent to the restaurant.
A cool sigh of relief wafted from Isabel's lips as her vision settled on the gigantic garbage container in the distance. Her courage mustered, the nearly naked waitress trotted across the vast swaths of asphalt until she reached the garbage.
She lifted the latch of the container with a grunt before ridding herself of the greasy bag. Eager to return to the comforting glow of the restaurant, Isabel pivoted herself away from the garbage and prepared to scamper away.
With her back turned, gravity motivated the latch to fluidly glide into its resting position. Unfortunately for Isabel, the lid also settles on a portion of her apron.
Just as her feet attempted to launch, Isabel was stopped dead in her tracks. An electric tearing sensation struck Isabel's back and ears. The chilly night air suddenly seemed to crawl under her skin.
Horrified, Isabel looks down and discovers that...
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