“Ugg,” Courtney sighed, rolling her eyes before sneaking another handful of French fries from the warming bin. “Will this shift ever end?” Courtney frowned as she looked out into the empty restaurant and through the glass doors that showed the darkened, sleepy town. Already battened down for the coming winter weather. Courtney was bored. And when she was bored she ate. Shaking her head as she caught her hand helping itself to more of the fries. She shouldn’t be eating any of these stupid fries. And not just because it was against policy. Her other hand drifted to her waist where her softening form could be felt pressing against her uniform shirt. Thankfully the cumbersome belt that she wore so that she could work the drive-thru somewhat hid her soft paunch, but it did nothing about the increasingly tight waistband of her unforgiving pants. She cursed them every time she pulled them on. The unforgiving, cheap, polyester material had little to no give. “Courtney!” She was startled out