Posted By Veingloria at 4:12 PM - Wed May 31 2017
A middle-aged woman in clean, if somewhat thread worn, dress approaches the barkeep. She carries a wicker basket covered with a bright piece of gingham over one arm.
She smiles at the barkeep and sets her basket on the bar, then pulls out a warm, flakey meat pie.
"Would you like slice?" she asks the barkeep. "I've come to ask about a job in your kitchen, and this mutton pie is my letter of application."
While polishing the mugs he'd look to the woman. He'd offer her a wide smile. Breaking his silence once more. "Sure, I'd like a slice. As for a job. hrrmmm. Well, we can see what you can do. Making food is good and all, but keeping the customers happy is more important.. So here's wha we do. You go mingle and check if people are feeling well, and I'll taste this here pie." The barkeep let's out a hearty chuckle before, reaching for the pie casing attempting to grasp it..