"May I help you?" Ed said politely with a forced smile. The stupid Taco Bell hat he had on his head kept slipping over his eyes, and he had to stand on his tiptoes just to see over the counter.

"Wait a minute. I want someone else to take my order," the thin, bespectacled man in front of the counter said. "I don't want to have a kid putting his grubby little hands on my taco." Ed kept the smile, though his eye twitched.

"I happen to be sixteen years old, sir. Now I suggest you place your order quick. We get busy around this time," he advised patiently. The man pushed his glasses up on his nose and gave Ed a disdainful glare.

"I will not have my order taken by a child," he said again. The smile Ed was wearing wavered.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm the only one on duty right now," he apologized, an edge to his voice. "Now please place your order." The man scowled.

"No thank you, short stack," he scoffed, turning away and starting to walk away. Ed's eye twitched again.

"Hope you get run over by a semi," he growled under his breath.

"May I take your order?" Ed said, giving a strained smile to the woman standing at the counter. She blinked.

"What's a little boy like you working here for?" she questioned innocently. Ed used all his willpower to not scowl right then and there.

"I'm sixteen, miss. Now may I take your order?" The lady stared at him hard.

"Sorry, darling, but you don't look sixteen," she said. Ed felt his hand twitch, just itching to punch something.

"I assure you that I am sixteen. Now, may I take your order?"

"Where's all the workers?" a burly, gruff man wondered aloud. Ed waved from behind the counter, and the man's eyes landed on him.

"I'm the only one on duty right now," he explained. "Can I help you?"

"What's a baby like you doin' working here?" the man asked bluntly. And ifnally, Ed had enough.

"TO HELL WITH THIS!" he suddenly shouted, climbing on top of the counter and pointing at the man. "I'M SIXTEEN, GODDAMNIT!" He kicked the little straw dispenser, shattering it to pieces and scattering straws everywhere. The bodybuilder backed away from the counter, eyes wide, and fled. Ed continued his rampage in the restaurant, throwing taco mush everywhere and filling the soda machines with ketchup and mustard.

To this day, little bits of tacos are still found in strange places. And when you try to get some Sprite, there is always just a hint of ketchup in the drink.

...

I... I don't even know... My mom was just complaining about how the only people working in Taco Bell these days were clueless, idiotic teenagers, and this just popped into my mind...

Not to mention the fact that I found half of a taco shell stuck to a piece of gum on the bottom of a table...