Lamberto finished slicing the required one hundred lemons. Now onto the limes. Being a barback at this tourist trap was not for the faint of heart.
“Commit if you want to succeed,” he could hear father whisper.
Which is why he took this thankless job, servicing these oblivious tourists, working for this wicked hotel chain. Anything to get out of his third world country.
That all changed one morning. Lamberto was first to notice the alarmingly low tide, the rapidly expanding beachfront. Then came the massive wall of water.
His quick thinking saved dozens if not hundreds.
Just not himself.
The Weekday One Hundred 