Hotel job - chapter 1

Fresh out of the shower, Zsolt was still thinking about last night, that he spent with his friends in the heart of Budapest. He wasn't really that type, who enjoyed going to discos, they weren't for his music taste. But he never rejected visiting a pub or a bar with some of his buddies drinking good old Soproni or Heineken (Those were his favourites). And last night was nothing but the same. Maybe the nnly difference is that now he is leaving the capital for a summer job on the shore of Lake Balaton, the "hungarian sea" as they say. Zsolt didn't like the idea of leaving everyone he knows behind for a whole summer, but he just couldn't refuse such a great opportunity. The money is good, they will give him breakfast and dinner in buffet style, there is swimming pool next to the lake and a gym he can use for free and he will only have to be the mixer at the hotel's bar or look after people on the beach, which only means sitting in a wooden box wearing red shorts. "Just like Baywatch." he thought to himself and then giggled at it. 

Life was good. He had his own flat, his own car at only the age of 22. Despite the fact he never abused it, his good looks helped him along his way. He even modeled a bit here and there but never really was into exhibitionism so it was just for money.

It was time. He had to leave if he wanted to get to the hotel in time, and there was an at least 2 hours long drive ahead of him. Of course today he didn't have to work but he needed to occupy his room a day earlier. So he grabbed all his luggagage, locked the front door and left the apartment house. His car, a silver Astra was waiting for him right there. Zsolt really liked the Opel as it never left him in the lurch even if they were in the middle of the craziest adventure. He loaded it with his bags and hopped in. As soon as he turned the keys the engine started purring.

After an hour, he was in the middle of nowhere on the highway stuck in a traffic jam. "I don't know why i thought i would get there without any fucking jam on the way." Zsolt said to himself in an uptight tone. "And i fucking hate What about my dreams from Kati Wolf!" He then switched to an other station. "Ah Ivan & The Parazol, that's more like it!" he mumbled. But no matter how good the music was, he felt himself more and more tired and faint. And then, just as if it was for him, he saw a McDonald's sing standing high above the highway. He pulled over to leave the freeway. He could really use a rest in the car park. It's very rare for him to visit a place like this, of course the style of the building and colours are familiar. He leaves his car near the non-stop sing and sits down in the grass to lit a cigarette. And it felt very good. He blows out the grey smoke when a different arome hits his nose. It was the smell of food. He suddenly felt hunger, and fast food never smelled more delicious for him. He had to order somthing.

Be honest, fast food was unknown for Zsolt. He wasn1t that health-nut freak, who only ate vegetables and only before 6 pm, a good stew or goulash could always come but KFC, Buger King or anything like that was far from him.  It did smell great though.

"One Big Mac menu and two cheese burgers please." he said.

"Will you eat here or take it away?" asked the girl behind the counter.

"I will eat here."

After a few minutes the girl put everything he ordered on a tray, plus a particularly big ice cream.

"I didn1t order that." Zsolt pointed out with surprise in his voice.

"It's on the house." said the gilr and winked at him.

Oh well, how could he refuse anything that is for free. Zsolt takes the tray with the extra ice cream and goes to a table to put it down.  As he sits down he feels kind of guilty... But what the heck? He on summer vacation, vene if he is going to work during it, and a bit of junk food won't hurt anyone.

So he eats and enjoys every bite of his food.