"Ah, this place will be the death of me yet," I think to myself.

Here I am in Rodbell's, or as I affectionatley call it, Hell. I got stuck working a 12 hour shift on my Saturday off. Bonnie got the stomach bug and Judy, the waitress that's only been here a week, is an even bigger slacker then I am. Who knew that was possible? Karma, Leon, Karma!

"Oh, God, mom's still here," I heard a familiar voice groan.

It was my daughter, Becky. She came slouching in with her friends, Dana Hudson and Jennifer McWhorter. Yeah, McWhore is what Jennifer's last name oughta be. I've heard stories about her and I don't like the fact that Becky is hanging out with this floozy.

"Why, Rebecca Courtney Conner, my lovely little girl," I say to embarrass the crap out of her.

"Ooh, middle name dropping, Beck," says Jennifer giving my daughter the "jerk smirk".

"Mom, I told you never to use my full name in public!" She's getting as red as her new blouse she's wearing. I'm loving it.

"You should feel good, your sister's name is Darlene Daisy Conner!" Hey, I'm on a roll. Might as well get on Darlene, too.

"You're such a hippie!"

"You're such a teenager!"

"Whatever, c'mon girls, I'm not very hungry anymore!" She storms out of the diner with Jennifer and Dana non-chalantly following her out the door.

What a brat! How could she be so spoiled when she doesn't have squat? Oh well, let her go home and eat. She deserves my even crappier food anyway.