"Thank you for calling The American Cafe..." the man on the other end of the phone makes an unidentifyable noise before continuing. "Thank you for calling the American Cafe, how can I help you?"
I greet my coworker and tell him that I'm having a bit of car trouble and will be running late, to which he responds with a dry bark of humorless laughter and, "You know what, don't worry about it. Apparently we're all out of a job."
I blink intelegently for a few moments while prosessing this before responding with an equally intelegent, "You're kidding." He's not. It seems the bigwigs of the corperation have decided to close us down. I was told to come in at 11 to see if I might have a job. (I'm assuming at another location)
Well, as it's 10:30, I'm going to see if Kurai wil get off her lazy ass and start.

Maybe I'll see if Barns & Nobels has a place for me...