Fátima earns the minute you’re going to take

You walk into the McDonald’s at a quarter past four, you head to the toilet, the cleaner has just finished mopping and smiles at you with the cloth in her hand.

Her name is Fátima —you saw it on the badge, she wears it on her chest— and she earns the minute you’re going to take.

She steps aside. You wait. You watch her walk into the other toilet and start over.