[u]Zachary[/u]

That boy - the woman's son? He was a complete and utter bastard. 
Zachary could bet a hundred bucks - a thousand, if he had the money - that the kid tripped him! And on purpose! He was videoing the entire thing on his stupid ipad, and he was giggling like a stupid madman! "I swear to shit, if I get my hands on him..." 
He looked at the clock. Fifty minutes until the end of the shift. Zachary had made his way back to the kitchen five minutes ago. His boss was being a bitch to him once more, apparently blaming him for her stupid mismanagement of her personnel. Zachary bit back his retorts - he would have been perfectly fine losing it and calling her out on her stupidity but for one problem:
Zachary needed to take a shit.
He couldn't argue while he needed to take a shit! The more tense a situation, the harder it was to hold it in! Zachary contemplated going to the bathroom; he'd been having a boatload of stomach problems involving blood ending up in his stool. He didn't think holding it in and waiting fifty whole minutes would help the situation any - it might lead to even more intestinal problems. That said, one glare from his boss (the cu-) sent him right back to clean more [i]stupid [/i]dishes.
"It wasn't my fault, it was that damn asshat's," He muttered. "God damn it, fifty minutes, fifty minutes, fifty goddamn minutes, hurry the hell up you stupid clock..." Something was going on in the diner, but Zachary didn't notice. He was just waiting for his shift to end.

He was tired.