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pinks, purples, and turquoises throughout the place made the store so inviting. The chairs were dainty. The white countertops appeared almost eatable themselves. Topping off my excitement for the decor were the glass displays showcasing scrumptious-looking treats. But even with all that, it wasn’t a large place.
    Frustrated, Ms. Pinky yelled out to me. “Well, don’t just stand there looking all crazy. Let’s get to work! Go wash up. There’s an apron in the back. We must get ready for the health inspector. Chop, chop, Missy.” Ms. Pinky rolled her eyes and trotted off toward the back. There was a red-headed, female employee in her mid-twenties checking me out. I smiled her way to break the ice.
    Guess that made her think I was cool because she opened up and joked, “So, you’rehere to learn from Cruella de Vil? You sure you wanna work for her?”
    I was skeptical with the worker being so forthcoming. I didn’t know her. My parents had always taught me to be diplomatic and never say anything that you can’t take back about someone. In addition, I was taught to never cosign with somebody who is saying something negative about somebody else, even if you agree.
    â€œI’m Yuri,” I said, holding out my hand and intentionally not answering her.
    â€œHey, I’m Rhonda.”
    â€œNice to meet you. How long have you been working here?”
    â€œToo long,” Rhonda said, pointing to the clock. “I’m ready to go now, but I’ve got three hours left.”
    â€œRhonda!” We heard Ms. Pinky yell from the back. “Why’d you open up the new milk?”
    â€œBecause the other one had a bad date on it,” Rhonda said boldly and sarcastically like Ms. Pinky was asking a dumb question.
    M. Pinky screamed back, “You did what? Rhonda you know the rules! I’m deducting yourpay. Yuri get back here, let me show you! Maybe you won’t be as stupid as that nut I’ve got working for me.
    â€œShe thinks I’m gonna help her kill folks? She’s crazy,” Rhonda uttered flippantly.
    â€œWhat do you mean?” I asked. But before Rhonda could answer Ms. Pinky yelled out again.
    The uptight new boss of mine, screamed out, “Yuri! How long does it take to get back here? It’s just five steps! And don’t let Rhonda fill your head up with lies. I’m trying to save the business here. Customers will be alright.”
    I opened up the swinging door and said, “I don’t know what you mean. Customers will be alright? Do you sell outdated food?”
    â€œSo I go a couple days over the expiration date. Nobody’s dying from it. I do that with a bunch of my ingredients here. I’m not the only shop, so don’t look all bent out of shape about it.” She said as my eyes widened with fright. “Now quit looking around. Come here. I need your help.”
    â€œYes, ma’am, what do you need?”
    She opened up the refrigerator. “The health inspector is going to be here in a second. I need to switch out this stuff. Put the right dates all lined up nice and pretty in a row, so when they check everything, I’ll be in good status.”
    In my mind I wanted to tell her, “ Are you serious about this? You want to put the right things out only to pass a test? ” But I said nothing. I just followed her out the back door to her car, and when she popped her trunk, she had all new supplies with current dates. We took the outdated supplies that she was actually using and put them in her car.
    Ms. Pinky proudly explained, “When they leave, we’ll switch it back out. I’ll go to my house and put these newer ones away, and then I’ll use them next month or the month after that.”
    The lady was really insane, and when she heard the chime on the door, she smiled. “Great. We finished just in time. And not a word of this. No one outside of folks who work here knows our