LISA’S FEET HURT. She knew better than to wear new shoes on her shift, but her manager had been up her butt about her old, worn out Keds. The last time she’d worn them, he’d threatened to fire her. “Come on, Lees. How do you think those look with the uniform? Wear them again, and you’re out.”

Asshat. Lisa glanced at her watch. Forty-five minutes. In forty-five minutes, she could take off the shoes and go home. Maybe Roy had some of that epsom salt. Wasn’t epsom salt good for sore feet? She pulled out her phone and Googled.

The entry door bell rang. A man and woman, married from the looks of it, stood in the waiting area. Lisa sighed and slipped her phone back into her apron. Grabbing two menus, she limped over. “Welcome to the Balmy Breeze. Two for dinner?”


Photo by Timothy Barlin on Unsplash

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Merriam-Webster Word of the Day


adjective | BAH-mee

1 a : having the qualities of balm : soothing

b : mild, temperate

2 : crazy, foolish

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