Closing Time

>Work at Italian restaurant.
>Busboy, dish washer.
>Angry because of low paying shit job.
>Waitresses are supposed to share tips but never give you a fair cut.
>Only joy comes from stray fluffy ponies.
>Pasta smell attracts fluffies to back door.
>These are domesticated fluffy ponies.
>Some abandoned by fed-up owners.
>Some pets that wandered off and got lost.
>Not hard-core ferals who know how to forage & survive.
>These fluffies have known human love but lost it.
>Dirty, hungry, sad...only know how to beg.
>Take out the garbage several times a night.
>Fluffies crowd around back door.
>Whimpering and begging.
>"Psghetti's pwease?" "Sooo hungwy!" "Tummy huwt!" "Hewp pwease."
"Stay right here. We dump old spaghetti at closing time."
>Fluffies are happy, dance around hugging.
>Every time trash is taken out, hungry fluffies beg "Psghetti's now pwease?"
>Their mouths water.
>Smells from the kitchen drive them mad with hunger.
"Not yet, we dump it at closing time."
>Sometimes it's cold & raining.
>Fluffies always wait because they're too dumb to do anything else.
>Waiting for the promise of spaghetti.
>Finally, closing time.
>Prop open door.
>Carry out huge, steaming pot of spaghetti.
>Dump it in trash.
>Fluffy crying is deafening.
>"Noooo!" "Why dump psghetti's?" "Pwease, sooo hungwy!"
"Get the fuck out of here you little rats."
>Kick a few.
"I said we dump the spaghetti at closing time...not give it to dirty, disgusting fluffy vermin."
>Make sure dumpster is tightly locked.
>Fluffies bawl in disappointment and helpless rage.
>Several bash their heads into the dumpster in frustration.
>Their tears give me a hard-on.
>Best part; they'll be back tomorrow.