dude-make-no-sense

     Huff, huff, huff.  Marie plodded inside the kitchen.  It was the last hour of her shift, and the day felt like it had lasted a week.  So many customers had clearly said rude things about her; a few words about poor service were exchanged, discriminant gossip about her being a Giant was heard, and a few comments about her weight were tossed about carelessly with Marie in earshot.  Her day consisted of nothing but hurtful words and threats of unemployment from her boss, and she was glad to know it was almost over for the time being.     "Order for table eight, Marie!" a light voice called out.     Marie was out of the kitchen with a fo