Night of the Double Cheeseburgers

All night, people ordered double cheeseburgers.  A bunch of orders of them, when properly spaced, is rather interesting.  It's quite interesting when most of the orders in a night have something in common.  When people come in and order 6 double cheeseburgers, followed by an order for 2, and then followed by an order for 12 is some sort of mass sadism.

At least Mondays are generally quiet after about 7pm.  After that, I'm off until Friday, but my mom's car won't start, so she's borrowing mine.

Oh yeah, there was a mouse located back near the freezer. Christy, the manager tonight, freaked out. Eventually, the bugger showed his head while the back door was open. He was moving towards the door, but I snuck past him and scared him on out. Christy jumped when I kicked the big tub-thing we use to take out the trash to scare the bugger out the door.