Every damned bit of chicken was gone.
The place had been packed, people waitin' on seats, you never saw any- thing like it.
I locked the door and got out a 5th of good whiskey and we sat there, tired and happy, having a few drinks.
The boy washed all the dishes and swept the floor.
He said, 'All right, Col.
Sanders, when do I report tomorrow?' He smiled.
I told him 6:30 a.m.
and he got his cap and left.
That's a hell of a nice boy, Martha,' I said and then I walked over to the till to count the profits.
The till was EMPTY! That's right, I said, 'The til was EMPTY!' And the cigar box with the other 2 days profit, he found that too.
