“Your fry cook’s an ass!“ shouted one particularly rude customer. “What of it? Don’t like the waffles?” My boss, Edna, asks. “How the hell is he cookin’ them? With his teeth? I ain’t paying for this shit!” I roll my eyes, refocusing on my orders. Truthfully, I never thought of what I wanted for my life. I was happy being a general ass all the way. Stubborn rude all that. Then the nightmare came and suddenly I can do shit like this. “Sweet mother of Aldric!” The man cries, the words, “Kindly Fuck Off” in black letters floated over his partially eaten plate. I honk as I hear a thump. Serves him right. Edna tsks and calls back, “eggs over hard, taken on the road, hashed and bloody!” I grab 3 more eggs from the fridge and the other ingredients. Breakfast rush is almost over thank god! I need to go to the guild later to finalize my papers. I pop the waffles out of the griddle and stack them with an order of scrambled with bacon. Classic. I carry the plate to the window and ring the bell. Dark numbers 1 1 hover over it. This job has been incredible for my magic control. Once my certificate of personhood is signed by the local guild head I’ll be an actual person. My own badge and everything! Yup, not what I expected or even what I wanted at the time. A whole lotta work but… Edna smirks at me, “stop scaring the patrons, we need the business if imma hire your replacement.” I whinny and flick my ears in agreement. Today a fry cook, next week an adventurer, next year? Who the hell cares. Long as someone’s cursing me out it’ll be a good day.