The Tragedy of 888 Alamo Dr.
It was a horrible day in the pizza business. There was pizzas to be made, tables to be bussed, and toilets to be plunged. None of that mattered once he left. At precisely 6:04 and 23 seconds, I received a hug. He gave me one of those looks as if I would never see him again. I could tell something was wrong. I knew something was on his mind, but I just could not pinpoint it.
I continued to fold pizza boxes when he returned without his uniform on. He was wearing a regular t-shirt. I thought to myself, "it isn't 9:00 yet, why is he leaving?" He stormed passed the oven, then the sink and then out into the parlor and out the door.
The whole restaurant went silent, the phones stopped ringing and all you could hear was the faint sound of Robert Beckly eating a small original double pepperoni in the corner. I looked at my co-worker and we both knew what had happened.
Christopher Andres Cerda had walked out on his shift.
In Loving Memory
April 16th 2003-June 24th 2004
Thank you for all of your hard work and effort. Without you Round Table would only be an overpriced pizza place.
R.I.P
I continued to fold pizza boxes when he returned without his uniform on. He was wearing a regular t-shirt. I thought to myself, "it isn't 9:00 yet, why is he leaving?" He stormed passed the oven, then the sink and then out into the parlor and out the door.
The whole restaurant went silent, the phones stopped ringing and all you could hear was the faint sound of Robert Beckly eating a small original double pepperoni in the corner. I looked at my co-worker and we both knew what had happened.
Christopher Andres Cerda had walked out on his shift.
In Loving Memory
April 16th 2003-June 24th 2004
Thank you for all of your hard work and effort. Without you Round Table would only be an overpriced pizza place.
R.I.P