Johanna frowned, chewing bubblegum with her head leaning on her hand, the smell of sizzling meat seeping in through under the door.
Her parents had, in an out-of-character moment, decided that she should get a job. There was no good reason for this; they were the richest couple in town. The only goal, Johanna reasoned, was to get rid of some of their guilt for leaving her alone so much, and to give her a "learning experience".
Thus, in he parents' quest for her "learning experience", she was led here: to Bertha's Big Ol' BBQ and Buffet. It was still a very new place in town, but already it's popularity had exploded. So were its customers, as she saw; every single customer had a swelling belly, roaring for more sloppy greasy meat, restrained in shirts several sizes too small and covered in assorted barbecue sauces and grease. And yet, all the patrons seemed to be in a content, yet hungry, sleepy, digestive stupor.
She wanted no part in it. Yet, unluckily for her, it was the only place in town hiring.
She sat across from Bertha herself, the owner of the place. She was a marvel in and of herself; A chubby freckled face adorned with curly red hair, and enormous bosom fighting with her buttoned shirt, and a titanic, loudly-gurgling belly that had already won against the shirt. She was obviously a product of her own food.
"C'mon, I'm a terrible choice." Johanna thought to herself as Bertha read her resume. "Just kick me out of here before the smell alone starts bloating me up..."
"Well, Johanna", Bertha said with a slight Southern twang, "I think we have a place for you! You can be our new..."
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