He stares down the long hall, his cart empty, sweat beading his upper lip and inside his cap. His knees are weak and his hands shaking did he really sign up for this?
“Open”, he shouts. The gate creaks back.
Arriving at the first door, he flips the lock, “push through your tray”. Grabbing it, he throws it on the cart proceeds to the next door.
“Unbelievable, I am a busboy on Death Row.”
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