Grubhub Guy Novels & Stories

I clicked on it, read the details and the pay was unbelievably high for such short hours of work; 2-4 hours to be paid $700 weekly, that was so generous. Do you have any idea how many people would jump on this job? Their criterion must be heavy because this isn’t just any job. I immediately changed directions, stopped a cab because I couldn’t wait a single minute for an Uber. While in the cab, I mentally practiced what I was going to say and the answers I would give to certain questions. “Have you waited a restaurant before?” “Yes, I have waited for La Bouchée for four months.” I haven’t, that’s my grandfather’s old restaurant but it sounds very fancy, even though it isn’t.

She grabbed the Chipotle bag from me eating away. "No eating on the job Ms. Yu." Snapped a man with a heavy British accent. I looked up seeing a handsome man who looked in his early twenties. He had dirty curly messy blonde hair sharp features and bright hazel eyes. "Andrei, I'm starving right now—" "I am Mr. Swansea to you, and I don't give a damn if you are hungry. The ice ball is in two days and I don't have time for this." He grabbed the Chipotle and throws it in the garbage can, then marched off.

I exit the doors, and there parks a sexy red G63 Mercedes and a handsome man wearing an expensive suit exits the car, locking eyes with me. Don't get your hopes up, that's Travis, the owner of the restaurant. "Afternoon, Zuri; I sure hope your shift was good," he says smirking. He leans on his car and eyes me. He thinks he can wow me with all this fancy shit. "Yeah, my shift was okay, I guess," I shrug. He nods and proceeds to open the car door for me. "No, Travis, for the 100th time, I'm taking an Uber," he looks at me, and folds his arms, smirking.

His tone was clipped, business-like; cutting to the chase. When he cut the call, he pulled out a handkerchief and consequently slipped his phone inside the pocket of his shirt. He wiped his mouth, a disgusted look coming over his face. He bit his teeth down in pure anger. ••• “We don’t usually get many customers around this time,” the middle-aged woman explained, referring to the empty tables. “But, for sure Tommy over there, always comes around this time. Oh, and Pauline but that’s just my niece. Her mother leaves her in my care until her father can come to pick her up. She’s an Uber driver, by the way. Her mother, that is,” Anelia listened carefully to the owner of the restaurant that she

Junbug, one of the regulars, slurred loudly. Half the customers and the all the employees out front turned to look out the glass windows to see a black stretch limousine. “I bet you it’s a celebrity. They drive around in big limos like that,” Ms. Roberta said. She had been a loyal, yet nosy customer for twenty years. “Paul, you’re going to have a celebrity eating your food!” the homeless guy from around the corner yelled. He came in four days a week to get someone to pay for him to eat. What spare change people gave him out on the street or in the restaurant he spent on liquor.

A beat-up scooter backfired at the corner, sounding like a gunshot. "Pizza's here. Move." Inside the lobby, a guy in a neon poncho burst in, boots squeaking like a dying animal on the marble. "Hey! Order for Floor 50! P. Shaw!" the driver bellowed, his Brooklyn accent shattering the quiet. "Building’s closed. Leave it on the desk," Stan didn't even look up. "Leave it? I rode across the city for three bucks tip! It says 'Personal Delivery' right here!" The driver started slapping the counter.

Dark. I'm sitting at the table, next to Jason, one of the new guys, who checks some issues on his Tablet, my phone rings and I check, it's a direct call from one of the many places I have, I sigh because that shouldn't be nothing good. “hello ...” I say “Good evening...” I hear the voice of Pit, the "owner" of the restaurant, which is barely a whisper... “Sir, Griffin is here and he asked me to call him...” His words are more than enough to make me jump up.

the granny requested but the delivery man denied it because he have to give the bill amount to the cashier of the restaurant? " If you didn't have the money then why did you order the food? " the delivery man questioned rudely because he has witnessed such dramatic people before who ordered food but didn't pay. " How much it is? " a manly voice comes from behind him. All heads turned to the voice and saw that Girik was standing with Oni. Vehant felt safe and relieved after seeing Girik and Oni. " Uncle! " Vehant beamed in happiness and joy while running to Girik and eventually, hugged him.

I grabbed some grilled meat along the way so I could at least rejuvenate, and luckily there was an extra seat where some customers sat and ate the meat, which I grabbed immediately. While on it, the seller started to yell through a phone call. He looked so furious, and his eyes went bloodshot. “If you're not going to start that job, then don't ever ask me for help,” he said last and hung up the call. He kept muttering to himself while serving the customers there, and I was pushed to ask what job he was talking about; also, a part of me wanted to mind my business. But that wouldn't help. If I kept minding my business, I wouldn't make a living. We get help from people just like I got from Arya

He was usually more of a steak and potato person, which they had on the menu for the land lovers, but when in Rome… The waitress turned and waited. He just smiled. "I'll have the king crab with scallops. I'll take the steamed vegetables and brown rice, as well." He handed her the menu with a thank you and turned back to Jacqui. "Our job posting for crews and other staff will go out in tomorrow's paper. We also have Neal's assistant, Barbie Hanover, reaching out to some of the more well-known local talent and trying to sign them on early." Her right eyebrow popped up. "You're stealing people from other companies?"