Sally Version 3

Sally strolls outside her cubicle collecting dinner trays wiping some while stacking all she carries them to the back. She's back at cash with ready eyes knowing that people will come; sometimes soon; more-often late; some of them just to snack. But while she waits she sips a brew; green tea that's been dipped before. Then nodding her head she bows and swallows relaxing her vocal chords. Approached by a customer she rushes her food firm to the spoon she scoops while piling the plate for six seventy-nine and giving the customer hoards. With pushy hands she slides their meal across the stainless steel while raising her hand to take their bills and clipping them in the till. Then up with change she raises her head and smiles to the customer's face. And thanks them well with will and grace and hopes they'll get their fill.