Glenda precariously shoved open the door to Casa D' Waffle's only restroom. She had gone to the bathroom to adjust her hair net, but before looking into the mirror, she examined the tiny, minimally decorated restroom. Being unisex, the bathroom had both pee on the floor and dirty tampons lodged into the sanitary products trashcan. Glenda's hand flew to her mouth as she nearly gagged at the disgusting sight. After the morning rush blew off, it would be Glenda's responsibility to clean that bathroom. It was her fifth day working at Casa D' Waffle, but her first on bathroom duty. "Oh, joy!" she murmured to herself, sarcastically. She then glanced at herself in the mirror and quickly determined that how she looked in a hairnet didn't matter that much considering all other things. Next, she ripped a piece of paper off the holster and used it to open the door, using her foot to prop the door open as she checked her hair in the mirror one last time.
When Glenda returned to the dining room, she was shocked to find that a large cluster of people had formed in front of the shop. At only 5 minutes til 6, Glenda was not prepared to have to deal with people. During her first four days of work at Casa D' Waffle, only about 6 or 7 customers had been in the restaurant at any given time.
"It's Tuesday," the other waitress on duty, Shaniqua, said. Glenda looked at Shaniqua with a "deer in the headlights" look. Shaniqua scoffed and shoved a crumpled piece of paper in Glenda's hand. The top of the flyer, in bold, all caps, Comic Sans type, read "CASA D' WAFFLES SPECIALS." Glenda cringed at the lack of an apostrophe in WAFFLES and at the tacky flyer. Then, noticing Tuesday's special offer, free waffle with a purchase of a small coffee, she looked up at Shaniqua.
"So that explains the crowd!" Glenda said.
"Yup," said Shaniqua. "Okay, so I'm gonna have you man the floor for the customers that eat here, and I'll stay at the register for the to-go orders. Now would you please go unlock the door? It's 6:01, can't keep the customers waiting."
Glenda walked briskly to the door and flipped the sign. She then unlocked the deadbolt and allowed the crowd to rush in.
Glenda hoped, incorrectly, that the large crowd meant she wouldn't have time to complete her bathroom cleaning duty before her shift was over. Unfortunately, after waiting both the breakfast and lunch crowds – nearly 8 hours of endless work– Glenda had to clean the bathrooms.
When she walked in the bathroom for the second time that day, Glenda spotted something different. Shoved into the frame of the mirror was a torn piece of the menu, about the size of Glenda's palm, with something written in lipstick on it. Glenda snatched the piece of paper and brought it into her focus. It read, "Have a prayer request? Come to St. Magdalen's!"
Glenda did, in fact have a prayer request. She had quite a few prayer requests. Plus, she thought, St. Magdalen's was right next to the orphanage – right next to where her long lost daughter might be. Glenda shoved the scrap of paper into her back pocket and proceeded to clean the bathroom of Casa D' Waffle as a million thoughts and possibilities flooded her head.
