By noon, Zeke had hefted 200 loads of trash and was sweating like a pig. Jeff kept hoping he'd get use to the wet stench of Zeke's dirty body, but it just wasn't happening.
"Lunchtime!" shouted the boss, as Zeke loaded the last can from the 3rd Street alley into the truck.
"Bout time," grumbled Zeke setting the can back down.
"What'll it be pizza or burritos?"
Pizza, please, thought Jeff, not burritos.
"P- burritos," Zeke answered, as he hopped on the truck and held tight, as his boss gunned the engine and headed to Julio's truckstop for lunch.
Zeke goosed the busboy as he passed their table. The boss rolled his eyes, and the four other garbage men who had joined them laughed.
"Zeke, we gotta get you a good woman, you're falling for every curvy butt!" said one of the men.
The busboy looked over his shoulder and frowned.
Zeke ordered two bean burritos with extra beans and cheese.
Jeff kept praying for his nightmare to end. How long was he a uniform? For the day? Until Zeke took him off? Until he was cleaned?
After eating all his food, Zeke excused himself and headed to the washroom. Instead of going into the men's room, he went into the Janitor's closet.
"Hey, stud, I thought maybe you took those boys up on matchmaking you with a girl?" the busboy said, as he bolted the door from the inside.