Cafe Worker Not

Not of Café Material I walked into a café, asked the man behind the counter for a pork sandwich Wait he, said I´m plucking a chicken. You can pluck that chicken later after giving me what I asked. Ok, said and grumbled about difficult old men. You have to clean your hands, they are feathery, I came here for a sandwich without chicken fluffs. I ate, mainly because I was hungry, paid and left. At the door, I said you better get a job at a chicken factory, as it is the café business will shut by lack of consumers. Angrily he threw several bratwursts after me I ducked like Bush did when a shoe was thrown in his direction, and the street dogs had a feast.