Oyster shuckers

Oyster 37 refused to give way without unreasonable force. The shucker instead embedded itself between Staffer 1’s middle left finger and nail. His shrieks were masked by roller-bag tourists’ open-mouthed, ceiling-facing cackles. Staffer 2 stepped in. Customer is king. Uninsured Staffer 1 bandaged himself up. “See you tomorrow,” they grimaced. He called it a night.