Hi, my names Johnny Romero, I used to work at Mc-Donald's until something very strange happened. It was a bright Sunday morning, I was riding my bike down the street to where I work. As I arrived I was greeted by my bosses gruff voice, "hurry up Johnny you lazy pig, your 10 minutes late". I mumbled a reply and started putting on my work clothes and hairnet.
It was very busy today, crowds of hungry people were lined up at the counter and the kitchen was in chaos. Everyone working was trying to do things as fast as they could but they had thrown any care about how the food is prepared out the window. Customers were coming back to tell us that the meals were not good enough.
The boss put me in charge of cooking the burgers, it was the only job that I was good at.
Last time he put me at the counter I gave a lady a twenty-dollar note instead of a five, I'm not very good at maths. Orders were pouring in and I was trying to cook as fast as I could. I was in the middle of putting the grilled beef patty on the bread when I felt a slight nibble on my right hand. I pulled my hand away automatically and looked around, no sign of anything. I went to manager's office and told him that there was a rat in the kitchen and went back to work.
My shift was nearly over when a lady came screaming through the entrance, at first I thought she'd found a cockroach or something in her burger but when she started crying I changed my mind. The manager asked me to go and talk to her. I reluctantly walked out to her and...