The best part about working Second Booth nobody really pays attention to what I do.

I made the mistake of opening the second smoothie machine.

I nearly keeled over. The night shift hadn’t cleaned the mix cages yet and the smell was horrendous.

“Oh my god! What is that smell?” The presenter tried not to gag.

“Sorry that was me” I closed the door.

“What the hell?! Did you die in your pants? I think I am going to vomit!” He went on.

“Becky did you fart!” Lane 1 cried.

Everybody in Second Booth was turning green. I could barely breathe I was laughing hysterically.

“If I farted you would know” I tried to speak. “This smell is nothing in comparison!”

Everyone groaned.

Of course an order pulled up to the speaker and I couldn’t sober up enough to speak!


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