Another boring day. Unemployment had officially gotten the best of me and my best friend, Tanya.
One night, we finally decided to get a job. Since our mornings were spent moping around, scrolling on our phones, and convincing our parents we were doing something with our lives, a night job felt perfect.
We were lazy—yeah—but determined.
Finding work wasn't hard. Every shop owner laughed us out the door, sometimes tossing us a lollipop like we were five. Stupid old men. They didn't know we'd resell those to small kids at double the price.
That's how we ended up at an ice-cream shop called Ice-Cream for All.
We went in thinking, For a change, we'll get some free ice cream, but to our surprise, we found a timid young man who flinched at our footsteps.
We hesitated for a while, but the moment the words, "We saw the Help Needed sign," left our mouths, he jumped and happily said, "You're hired. Come at 10:00 p.m. for training."
We were shocked — how did he know we needed a night job?
I managed to say, "Uh, okay… thanks," then grabbed Tanya's arm and rushed out. I was confused, but Tanya remained unfazed, just happy to finally have a "job."
At 9:54 p.m., we met and walked together to the shop. By 10:00 p.m., we arrived and found the front door of the shop open.
We went inside and heard the telephone ringing in the staffroom. We walked in and picked up the phone.