Filet Before My First Day

"Welcome aboard, Zach," Anna said & shook my hand.  "We'll let you know about driving the shuttle.  We have to run your DMV record but we'll start you at the front desk.  Can you start on Monday?"

"Absolutely," I said trying not to sound overly excited.  "I'll put in my two weeks notice tonight at my other job, so then I'll be all yours."

Anna escorted me out of the office & I went outside to unlock my bike.  Zack stopped next to me in the shuttle van.  "Hey, so when you start?"

"Monday.  Thanks a lot man, I really need this job," I said.

"Alright.  No sweat, man," he said & high-fived me.  "Dude, I'm off in about ten minutes why don't you meet me at the Ambassador's Lounge around the corner?  We'll get a drink to celebrate."

I walked in to the hotel bar on the first floor of the Comfort Inn a few blocks from the Best Western.  There were no windows, a lot of framed mirrors & even a small stage tucked into one corner.  There was only one other person in there besides me & the bartender.  I ordered a Pacifico draft & grabbed a seat at a high top table.

A guy with gray hair & a week's worth of stubble came in with a large brown paper sack from McDonald's.  "Filet of Fish?" he asked me.

"What?  Oh, sure," I said & he handed me one & made his way up to the bartender.  Zack then came in & the guy offered him one also.

"Well, that's never happened before," Zack said, pulling up a chair at the table.  "I never know what to expect when I come in here."

"Still warm," I said & we cheers our sandwiches.