Grubhub Guy Novels & Stories

"Yes, you. Do you know who I am?" Burger-Man nods his head out at the crowd. "The TV crew over there say you're the big-shot." I hide my smile. "Right. Got it in one. Whatever you're selling from that van, you're giving it away today, you hear?" "But...." "Police, firemen, medics, anyone involved.... Anyone that needs hot food and hot drinks. Send me the bill. And first of all, black coffee over here. Right now."

He got out looking tired, but not disappointed. "How did it go?" I asked. He walked over and smiled faintly. "Got one." "Doing what?" "The grocery store. They need someone to move stock. Loading and unloading. Work from eight to four. Paid by the day." I didn't know what to say. Gabriel. Former Alpha. Former CEO. Moving stock at a grocery store. "Are you sure about this?" I asked carefully. "Why not?" He took off his jacket and hung it on a chair. "The owner is nice. His name is Old Man Hendricks. He didn't ask a lot of questions. He just needs someone strong and willing to work hard."

Now, he was bitching about the lack of crudité, claiming it violated his contract and personal liberties. “Look, Stone,” I said, trying to reason with him. “If it bothers you that much, order a vegetable plate from GrubHub.” “You don’t understand the severity of the situation, Aidan! This is a personal rights issue!” I couldn’t take it anymore. “Look, kid, your ‘suffering’ doesn’t compare to the real world. Find a real problem. And, kid? Find someone else to bitch at.” I hung up, knowing my office would get an irate call from his agent, but I couldn’t care less.

Or it might depend totally on my mood. We picked out our food from the Grubhub website. I decided to get the rotisserie half chicken honey balsamic basil style with two sides, Julia got the rotisserie turkey with two sides. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I don't know what Julia had to eat at Lisa's but she was hungry too. Delivery time was supposed to be 25-35 minutes, so I waited for 20 before I bent Julia over my knee and began applying the Enforcer to her delectable bottom. We had reached 22 strokes with the paddle and her bottom was a glorious red and she was silently sobbing when the doorbell rang.

“We’re short-staffed after yesterday’s chaos. Are you good to take the floor?” “Yeah. Let’s do it.” The breakfast rush hits fast. Regulars trickle in old men with newspapers, moms with kids, delivery guys on quick breaks. I move between tables, coffee pot in one hand, smile on autopilot. After a while, the door chimes. A familiar face walks in. It’s him—Ethan I think that's what he says his name was. The guy from yesterday. He's in a plain gray hoodie, hair still damp from a shower, his eyes scanning the room until they land on me. He smiles and heads to a corner booth.

She averted her gaze quickly when he looked up at her. Cameron smirked when he caught her staring. Taking off his jacket was not intentional, but he welcomed her ogling him. Lucious picked up his phone and stood to his feet. "It really can't be that hard to deliver pizza. I know, from experience. I worked at a pizza del... The Grayson Industries," he yelled into the phone suddenly. "It's really huge, you can't miss it..." He pulled the phone away from his ears. "I'm just going to get the order myself."

"No need to pay. I was actually craving milk tea myself. Eat the kebab while it's hot. Don't worry, you'll definitely get a few big orders this afternoon to make up for your losses." The delivery guy stared at me blankly, then thanked me repeatedly. That evening, he specifically ran back to the shop and excitedly waved at me through the glass. He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips.

I feel belonged in my cubicle, not with the people who claimed to love me. "What about you?" I asked him. "I am a chef at Meat & Greet. My work got so many orders," He says with a grin. I laughed at his words. "You have a dimple." He says, his eyes caressing my cheek without touching them. I gave him a smile as he talked about his restaurant and his dream to expand it. He asked me about my work and he waited until he got the chance to talk about his work.

“OK. Then can you please ask Mr. Ambrose to come down here!” The twenty-something scrawny dude frowned quizzically. “There’s no such person.” “You didn’t even check the records!” I argued. SLAM! The man leaned in, propping on his palm, and growled, “I started here ten days ago. And in those ten days, I am to let NO ONE up. So NO ONE had gone up.” “OK. What about his assistant? Or his driver? Do you have any emergency contact number for Mr. Rum? You know, if something happens to him at home—.”

Cassius said, winking at Dilo, who smiled at him. “Grub thinks you be all needings of a good Kuumakun meal and strong drink,” Grub announced, rising quickly from his seat and grinning broadly, clapping his hands together. “Grub will get all ready to give everybodies a meal never forgotten. Look here,” he said, lifting his shirt and drawing his pants down a little to show his right hip and a medium-sized glittering tattoo, “Grub once cook for entire army, in only one night!” “As long as it doesn’t smell like you,” Kealy jabbed, getting a snort of laughter from Venya, who turned away from Grub, her hand covering her mouth the stifle the noise.