Chapter 211
Yep, sure enough, big box of macaroni, left over from that week they’d had an overabundance of crab and Jason had decided to make a cold macaroni salad with it for the special. Andy grabbed the box and brought it back out into the kitchen. “Macaroni, as ordered.” He shook the box at Jason and then left it on the counter so he could make a drink-refill pass through the dining room.
Scooter was helping Kat wait tables through the dinner rush. “Everything okay out here?” Andy asked as he passed with the tea pitchers.
“Not too bad,” Scooter said. “If you’ve got a minute, could you poke the credit system, it’s not taking American Express tonight, and that’s been a pain in my ass. I haven’t had time to call them, see if it’s somethin’ on their end.” Scooter grabbed another pen—people were always stealing pens, even when they had big stupid paper flowers attached to the ends—and disappeared again.