"Adam, the jackass at table two doesn't like his steak. He said it's not rare enough."<br/><br/>The waitress, an older woman named Carrie, told him as she brought back a plate of food. Adam Sinclair gave her a look. Some days he hated his job. He loved to cook but there were days, like today, that he wanted to be in a totally different line of work. It seemed like everyone and their brother were at the restaurant today. And they had to complain about something. 'My food's too hot, it's too cold. I wanted beans, not corn.' The list went on and on. It was getting to everyone. Not just Adam and the rest of the kitchen staff, but also to the wait staff as well. It was a day from hell and everyone was going to be happy when it was time to clock out and head home.<br/><br/>"How rare does he want it, Carrie? Does he want it to moo at him?"<br/><br/>Adam replied in annoyance, he wasn't mad at his co-worker. Just mad at the whole day in general. Carrie shrugged at Adam. She had worked in restaurants long enough, and with him personally, to know he wasn't angry at her. Some customers were just giant pains in the asses. And this customer seemed to want to be their king.<br/><br/>"He probably wants you to slaughter the cow."<br/><br/>"Most likely."<br/><br/>Adam replied grimly and went to work fixing another steak for the customer. Adam was sure that not only would the man bitch to the manager about his meal, he'd stiff Carrie out a tip. His thoughts were proven correct about thirty minutes later. Adam went to take a break, which was over an hour late, and saw his wife had left him a message.<br/><br/>"Son of a...."<br/><br/>Just what he wanted to hear, Adam thought. Not only was work hell, but his son had got into a fight. This day just kept worse and worse. He called home and when Sarah answered, he said.<br/><br/>"Hey, babe. Sorry I couldn't call you sooner. Work's been crazy. This is the first chance I had to take a break."<br/><br/>He also said 'fucked up' but since he knew Sarah but the phone on speaker, he didn't want his kids hearing him cursing.<br/><br/>"Can you put Ben the phone?"<br/><br/>He wanted to hear from his son what had happened. It didn't seem like something to wait until he got home. He could spend the rest of his shift figuring out how to punish him. When he heard his son's voice, Adam asked.<br/><br/>"So what exactly happened?"