Harry-Rex shook his head. “Nah, we don’t get enough custom for’t.”
Scooter spoke up. “If you’re looking for work—Hey, get this, Harry-Rex, guess who showed up day before yesterday? Debbie flippin’ Clark!”
“Aw, so you’re short-handed again, I guess. Jeff never did have sense where that woman was concerned.”
“Would serve him right if I replaced his sorry ass,” Scooter said. He turned back to Andy. “I need a dishwasher, busboy, broom-pusher, basically, you know. It’s not much, but it is full-time. Two meals aday. I own Dockside, down in Sandbridge. Fried fish and burger joint.”