The neon yellow truck with the giant plastic bug impaled on a lightning bolt atop the roof of the cab pulled to a stop by the curb outside the nursing home. On the passenger side, Eric riffled through the paperwork.
"Here it is," he announced. "Yeah, we just have to check the traps in the kitchen area. That's short enough. Time to make the Zap 'Em Pest Extermination Company proud."
Tony glanced through the windshield, spying the famous, trademarked chrome "S" of a Skippy Burger restaurant. His stomach grumbled as he reluctantly reached for the door handle.
"Skippy's next?" he asked Eric as they walked to the lobby door. "I am in serious need of a Double Skippy Supreme."
Eric's mouth watered and he nodded.
"But we'd better go through the drive-through," he said to Tony. "We're a little behind schedule and that will be quicker."
"Shit," Tony replied as he opened the door. "The drive-through's a fucking pain in the ass."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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