“That waitress is fucking nuts!” he says handing
over his check to me. He loudly repeats it before looking around to see if
anyone saw what happened and agrees with him.
Then he yells “I should get something free!”
“Yeah, we want something free!” his girlfriend chimes in
lifting her head long enough to add in her two cents.
“Yeah, I should get something free!” he yells again but
louder this time
“Where is the manager?” he asks swaying awfully close to the
container of mints that sits on the counter between us. “Ah, cool mints,” he screams
with delight when he discovers them. Then using his whole hand he scoops up the mints and holds them tight in his hand before he offering his girlfriend his fist.
He slowly opens his hand, the mints are now stuck together and left a white powder residue that
clings to his hand. She picks out a couple of mints, pops them in her mouth. Then he pops a couple into his mouth, t puts the remaining mints back in the
container and wipes his hand on his pants. The white powder residue is now also on the front
of his pants.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” I ask sweetly. He pauses
a moment, looks skyward. I can see him thinking hard.
“Nope, that will do it!” He says with a big smile on his
face, completely forgetting he demanded something for free from me and to speak
to a manager.
Releasing his girlfriend’s hand, he feels his pockets with
his hands and suddenly looking panicked feels and re-feels his pockets. Then relaxing, he pulls out his car keys. “Thought I lost them!” he screams
with delight
His girlfriend leans with both hands hard on the counter,
her head hanging forward on her neck.
He reaches out, grabs his girlfriends hand and they both
stumble for the door. On their way out Anne, another waitress who is working tonight’s
shift is rushing in. Her shoulder length hair flows straight out behind her.
Management dictates that if it is shoulder length or longer that it must be
pulled into a bun.
The two leaving customers bumble around her slowing her way into the
restaurant. Anne smiles and moves them quickly out of the way.
“Sorry I’m late” she yells brushing past me. “Couldn’t find
a sitter and the parking lot is packed to capacity!” With that said, Anne
pushes through the kitchen door and disappears.
“Hey Skippy,” yells a rather large man in a flannel cut off shirt.
He sits directly across from the register. “When you sashay over here, I need
more coffee.” He makes little a tinker bell movement with his thumb and index
finger. The woman across from him wearing all leather from head to toe, snorts
at his remark, shakes her head and lights up a cigarette.
to be continued…
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