Subway - Patrick

Patrick was a sandwich artist. At least that's what it said on the hat. He'd worn many hats in his years as a member of the part-time workforce that kept the nation's fast food economy afloat. Ah the joys of minimum wage. There may not be perks but at least there were hats. And hats were something you could believe in. At least that's what he told himself as he looked down at his newly issued green and yellow visor. Perhaps this time would be different. He was, after all,
a sandwich artist now. That in and of itself had it mean something he decided as he served his first drunken customer of the evening.

Perhaps however, he reflected as the customer started weeing on the floor, he was just a collector of hats.