I'm about to email a file from my laptop at home to my computer at work when I hear Jim's voice booming from the kitchen: "I can't believe you already picked up that fuckin' falafel!"

The pay was $1 per hour and all you could eat, and I ate more than my share of raspberry sherbet.

This is a short video clip of Laura McHale Holland telling two stories from her flash fiction collection, The Ice Cream Vendor's Song.