Progressive BlackmailChapter 3
About a week after my experience with Bobbie I was working an afternoon shift at McDonald’s. I had worked there throughout high school and still picked up shifts when I was home from college on vacations or in the summer. I don’t know if it’s still like this, but hiring at McDonald’s was pretty sexist back then, if you were a girl, you’d work at a register, if you were a boy you’d work the grill or the fryers. Tony, Bobbie’s brother, came into the restaurant and, after scanning the menu,...