Chapter 22: Horace
He mulled it over and then decided it would be the best course of action. He announced his decision to the sleepy ladies in his apartment and tried to get ready for work.
He severely underestimated how long it took for four women to get ready.
Half an hour late, he was there for work. Thankfully the store was running smoothly for months now and there were no crises to resolve so early in the shift.
He sent the ladies to a table outside to hang out and he went inside.
George was rearranging the ice cream tubs.
“Ugh, good morning, George. What are you doing?”
The man frowned and kept looking at the tubs as if it was a particularly tricky game of chess. “Putting the surplus in the middle, and the flavours we’re about to throw out in the middle and right of the custom
