The Restaurant

My mother as you know spent almost 25 years of her life in a little ice cream shoppe earning less than minimum wage and being laid off every winter. The lady who ran it I thought was rich with her big fine homes and Cadillacs. I always thought that if I had my own restaurant that could be my life too. So when my Uncle approached me with the oppurtunity to go into the Restaurant business I jumped at it! I quit my job at Hardee's and just jumped head first! The restaurant right down from where my mother had slaved all her life was for lease! My uncle put up the 8,000 for the equipment and the business and then we would pay a 800 a month lease. Now he really didn't put up any money because we were to go to the bank together and get a note for the 8000 and the business was to pay it back. My part of the deal was all the work was to fall on me so really and truly I was going to give him half the business for giving me the oppurtunity. Even though I partially realized this I was still in agreement because without him signing at the bank I didn't think I could do it.
When we took over the restaurant he took over me! He worked me like a dog! I worked from 5 in the morning till 10 at night and then went back to his house and for two hours went over how the day and money had went with Aunt Pam who at that time wasn't saved, so enough said there. I was exhausted!! So much so that my aunts who worked there would cover for me while I would go to sleep on the freezer in the back room or out in my car. One morning when my aunts got there to help open I went out to the car to get some sleep as I did I noticed a semi pulling in the parking lot to get some breakfast. I thought nothing of it as we got a lot of truckers. In a few hours I awoke and went in to help out. Now to increase sales I had started delivering so around 11 we get a call for a delivery and my Aunt hit the ceiling because I was going to leave for a few minutes and not be there to wash her dishes and she said she would tell Vola on me, well of course then I hit the ceiling and said this is half my restaurant and Vola was my partner not my boss and if I wanted to take a delivery I would do it. So I got that order ready and I hopped in my little Ford Escort Station Wagon I cranked up the Gospel music! The song I have a father who can by the Isaacs was playing in the tape deck and into the trailor of that semi truck that had been sitting ther all day I plowed as fast as I could!! Glass went everywhere, my car my beautiful little car was ruined!! I had busted the whole back of it out. I wanted to die! I knew the crap was going to hit the fan now!