Majesty

“MOVE YOUR FLANK!!” Shouted my very irritating boss. “THOSE LOBSTERS AREN’T GOING TO JUST GET UP AND WALK OVER TO THE CUSTOMERS THEMSELVES! HEY JIGGY! GET THOSE SAUCES RIGHT AND PUT THEM ON TOP OF THE PASTA, JUST LIKE I WANT THEM TOO!!” This is the daily routine that I go through everyday. “HEY DON’T DROP THAT TRAY! I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!!!” Constant yelling and torture in a little kitchen off of the busiest part of Manehattan. “KEEP STIRRING THAT MIX! STIR UNTIL YOUR HOOVES BLEED!” From a little bearded stallion who has a giant fork on his side, waiting to poke anyone who messes up. “HEY DANNY BLUE, I DARE YOU TO EAT OUT OF THAT PLATE!!! I DARE YOU!!! YOU WILL BE EATEN HAY FRIES THROUGH A STRAW!!!” And twenty other cooks who slave over the 400 degree heated stoves, ten of them stallions, who think that I am cute and try to ask for a date for their dream of a future wife to be fulfilled, but is suddenly broken when they find out that I am a mother.
I work in this restaurant called “La Dino Par”, it is a Italian restaurant, ran by this stallion named “Dino Rex”. He is a real hot head when it comes to cooking, he wants everything perfect in his image. Anything he sees wrong, you’ll be lucky if he yells in your face instead of poking you in the butt with his giant fork until you fix your mistake. He is famous for his constant throwing food at an unsatisfied customer who complains about a hair in their meal; he did it once to a royal guard, and it took the doctors three hours to remove the spoons, forks, and even plate from within his chest.

He had a crush on me, but he had a bad way of showing it. He was the most cheap romancer I ever seen, and when I mean “the most”, I mean “top of the charts, not able to be surpassed” most.
He would always give me a raise, but then complain about spending too much money on me, he would give me flowers, but the cheap plastic kind, and then take them back for budget reasons. He would even offer to babysit Jelly, but I would end up coming home to him being hung upside down on the roof, egged.
I taught Jelly a couple of lessons on how to deal with bullies.
He was desperate, but in a “affordable” way.
“THIS IS WHAT I’M GOING TO DO, IF ANYONE GETS A TIP FROM A SATISFIED CUSTOMER, I WILL GIVE THEM A RAISE!!!” He yelled. I could tell every pony in the kitchen wanted to do that, but they were so overworked, they didn’t even bother to try.
He then trotted up towards me as I was chopping up a fish. “Ms Majesty, I need to see you in my office.” He said putting his hoof on the fish.
I stabbed the knife on the cutting board, took my apron off, and headed towards his office, while the other cooks were making obnoxious love noises and shouting comments like “The queen has been called by her beloved king” and “The Majestic Dark Heart goes to claim yet again another victim of her love”.
I went into his office and sat down on one of the chairs that were in front of his small desk. He was sitting there, hooves together, like he was a villain that was waiting for the hero to show up.
“How many orders have you made?” He asked.
“As many that were given to me.” I replied. He chuckled.
“I have noticing that you have been slacking lately. Is there anything wrong?”
“Rent is overdue.”
“Is that so?” He said stroking his beard. “Well if that’s the case, then there’s no reason why I shouldn't pay it, I mean I do pay your rent.”
“You offer to pay my rent, the government pays my rent.” I said.
“Well I chip in just in case they “get lazy”, if you know what I mean.”
“Well thanks, but I’m fine right now. They will take care of it.”
“How’s Jelly? Is he getting good grades?” He said out of the blue.
“He’s getting straight A’s, he’s in the second grade. Everyone in his class is getting straight A’s.” I said feeling proud.
“Well that’s good. I’m proud of him! To me, he’s like a son. You know what I mean, a son that I could never love more, and the same for you. He makes both of us proud ponies, together, like parents.”
I smiled at his effort. “You know Mr. Dino, I like your effort.” I said teasing him. He smiled at my approval. “But you’re going to have to do better than that.” I got up from my chair and began towards the door. “Danny Blue gave me a full bouquet of roses on Hearts and Hooves Day.”
“WHAT?! I’LL FIRE HIM!!!” He yelled.
“Yep, and guess what?” I said, holding onto the door. “They weren’t plastic.”
He jumped from his chair from those last words.
I grabbed my jacket and left the kitchen, through the dining area, and towards the entrance; when I approached the entrance, I heard a faint crash coming from the kitchen, followed by “DANNY, DON’T YOU THINK ABOUT RUNNING! I WILL TRACK DOWN! AND I WILL FIND YOU! AND I WILL KILL YOU!”

Driving in Manehattan was the worst, the road is littered with cars all day, every day. It was agitating, especially when there were ponies who didn’t know how drive for crap. I would always see road rages occur every day, it was always the same, stallion vs. stallion, mare vs. mare, texter vs. texter. I always hated the texters, especially when the accident was both there faults.
It was hell when it came to driving in the city, but once I hit the suburbs, it was pure bliss, especially since I had my 70’ Mustang Boss 429 to help with the mood. It was originally my father’s car before “went to work”, then I started to use it, after awhile it became mine.
I was on my way to pick up my son Jelly from school. He was only 7 years-old, he was a good colt, and he loved me as his mother, even though he knew about my other life. He wouldn't talk about it because he thought it would break my heart. He always acted like the man of the house, and rejected any stallion that tried to date me, not because he thought that he was going to lose me, but because he didn’t trust them. He was like a little protector, an extra set of eyes, he watches my back.

His school was at the very end of the suburbs, just three miles out from the border of Fillydelphia. I made it just before sunset, I parked up right in the front and headed to the lobby; seconds later a cop pulls up behind my car and gets out. “Hey Blue.” I said waving at him. He had a daughter that went to the school, and she is friends with Jelly, so that meant we knew each other.
“Ms. Majesty, how have you been?” He said locking his car and pulling up his belt on his waist.
“Nothing much, just doing the regular. About to pick up Jelly here. What about you?”
“Oh me?” He said as we started to walk into the lobby. “The shift today was the usual, some pony thinking that they can shoplift in a big city, and get away with it. Tried to steal a box of donuts, it was a fat kid.”
I laughed.
“Mommy!” yelled Jelly as he ran towards me. I opened my arms up as he ran into them. I hugged him tight, causing him to suddenly squeak. “And how’s my little guardian today?” I said smiling at him. “What do you say we go home and I make your favorite dish? Gravy-smothered chicken?”
“Yay!” He squealed.
I picked him up and turned back to Blue. “I guess I’ll see you later.” I said.
“Have a good night Majesty.” He said walking towards the front desk.
We walked outside to the car and got in. I sat there for a moment. “What’s wrong mommy?” Jelly said putting his seat belt on. “Oh nothing.” I replied. “It’s just that, we lived to see another day, and to my surprise.” I then shook his mane and smiled. “And to your help, we have come so far together.”