Write a short scenario set in the kitchen of a fast-food restaurant.
‘Alright so this is the grill, it’s where we grill the burgers, if you can believe it.’
I smiled. It was obviously a joke he told every time he showed someone new around the kitchen but I felt like I should acknowledge it. He was my boss after all. I followed him as he showed me the timer buttons and explained where to put the food that was waiting to be served. It’s always grossed me out a bit how long food can be left waiting before having to either be sold or thrown away. I hated to admit it, but I was always one of those annoying customers who asked for chips with no salt so I knew I’d get a fresh batch. I guess I was going to have to be on the other side of that for a while. Oh well, a job won’t always be glamorous but it’ll always be a job. I saw that Mr. Richardson was looking at me and realised that I hadn’t heard a single thing he had said about the grill. He was obviously waiting for me to say something. I giggled, hoping he had just told another joke. He seemed satisfied and we moved on to the fryer.
‘The main rule here is, don’t put your hands in the oil,’ he said.
‘Check, only food goes in the oil.’
‘You’re a natural,’ he smiled. ‘Well, I’m going to lave you in the capable hands of Dylan who you can shadow for the day.’
Dylan nodded at me while pulling a basket of chips out of the vat of oil.
‘Good luck on your first day.’
I watched as Mr. Richardson walked to the back of the kitchen and into his office. His door clicked shut behind him. This was going to be a pretty tedious gig but hopefully by the end of it we’d have him. We knew this food place was merely a front, he was using it to get his dirty money clean. We just needed the proof. And I was willing to bet my entire life savings that there was something in that office we could use. I just had to bide my time until I could get into there.
‘So this is the button to turn the fryer on,’ Dylan said.
I sighed. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to bide for too long.