Ecstasy

Struggle Upon Struggle

"It's you babe

And I'm a sucker for the way that you move babe." 

- Excerpt from Never Be the Same by Camilla Cabello

 I sit on a bench in annoyance after being shouted at in front of everyone by Casey. I only said that we should maybe break up.

That sent him off completely.

I take another whiff of my cigarette.

Why do I need to deal with this on my break?

This whole argument started because he wants me to quit my job because I said that he couldn't come over after work because I'm tired. He said maybe if I quit my stripper job and kept my "normal" job, I would've had time for him.

If I had a normal job, and only a normal job, I would break up with him in an instant. Who does he think he is? He's not that important.

He said that I'm cheating on him since I'm so persistent on keeping this job.

If he thinks I'm cheating, maybe I should.

Just kidding.

However, I think I really should break up with him. He's becoming unbearable.

I just told him 'okay' and pretty much walked away. He stormed off and left in a huff.

Thank goodness he's gone.

I realize my break is over and I throw my cigarette on the ground, crushing it until the fire is put out.

I enter inside the building and notice a new group at my table. It looks like a family. The mother, the father, and two preadolescent kids. Boys specifically.

I walk over to them with a fake smile on my face. If I don't smile, I might get a saying or two about the fact that I have a pretty face and smiling would look nice on me. Makes me want to crush their balls in my hands and smile when they pop.

"Hel-"

"I would like a steak and shrimp with a Pepsi," and when those words came flying out of her mouth, I instantly grabbed a pen and jotted it down quickly. Her words came out so quickly it was hard to comprehend. It confused me a bit.

After she's done, she looks at me with the intention of shooing me off.

"So you guys would like a steak and shrimp with a Pepsi, jumbo shrimp dinner with water, a kid's fried chicken dinner, a kid's mac & cheese, and two apple juices. Right?" I repeat. It wouldn't be nice to get her order wrong.

"Yes. Are you deaf? God," she says and I immediately know she's going to be a problem.

I fake a smile, "We'll be right out with your drinks in no time," I say and instantly leave to give the order to the kitchen.

When I said this customer gave me so much problems, I fucking mean it.

Nothing I did was enough for this woman. The food was too cold, the food was too hot, the drinks were too late, the food was too early. Her kids didn't like the meal when they ate everything. She didn't like the drinks. Her ice melted too quickly.

Her fucking ICE.

All of the stuff she complained about was absolutely ridiculous. I was on the verge of pulling my hair out and cursing the shit out of her but I needed to be civil. For the sake of my living situation.

At some point, she wanted the food off the tab because I gave them the "wrong" thing. I tried to get the food back but she didn't want to. When I came back, her plate was wiped clean and she still attempted.