The Delinquent Next Door

Baby Your The Highlight of My Lowlife

Making it two hours late to your job was something you never dreamed of happening.

And it's all thanks to that asshole sitting in my house.

You were already in bad mood on your way there, and getting scolded was enough to have you glare at everything you set your eyes on. Plus, it added quite the attitude to your arsenal.

"Excuse me ma'am I order coffee with this-"

"And for the last time sir-we ran out of coffee. You can either have a glass of orange juice or milk, now please make up your mind, I don't have all day!" you sighed exasperatedly.

You were gripping your pen for dear life, hoping that this old man would just make do and get you back behind the counter. 

Your head was pounding and you could already feel a vein popping out on the side of your head from all the pent-up frustration of this morning.

I swear to god he better not be in my house by the time I'm back otherwise I am surely going to jail.

"Are you sure there's no more coffee that you could brew? I don't mind waiting..." the old man glances back to you from his food, suddenly sweating profusely as he noticed the death grip on your notepad and pen.

At this point you had looked constipated with the addition of a twitching eye and gritted teeth. 

Taking in a deep breath, you closed your notepad and tucked away your pen in your dirty apron. You focused your mind on the thoughts of rainbows, the comfort of your bed, Midnight, anything that would bring a smile on your face and some sort of peace so as to refrain yourself from gripping this poor old soul and threatening to boil him into coffee if he didn't choose something else.

"You know what sir? How about I come back an you decide on something else?" you offered, forcing down the traces of attitude left from your foul mood.

"Hmm...sure that sounds-"

"Great!" 

You hurriedly set off to attend a different table, praying that he would forget all about his stupid drink.

After a while, you had set into your groove as work slowly became more manageable as the day went on as people began to filter out of the diner. Less and less groups of people would usually  come in during the evenings, which made you take not as many frequent trips to and from the diner floor to the register counter. 

"Have a nice day." you said, handing a couple their change.

"Thanks, you too!" the man said offering a warm smile accompanied by a five dollar tip.

"O-oh! Um, sorry sir, but we have a no tip policy..."

"Please accept this, you served us well today, its the least we could do," the woman chimed, also giving me a fond smile. "Please? You seem to work very hard."

Your eyes widened a bit at their insistent generosity. You certainly didn't want to seem rude, but it was against store policy.

You looked around to check to see if anyone was looking, until you whipped your head back to the touch of paper pressed tightly against the palm of your hand.

"Have a nice day dear," the woman whispered, offering another sickly sweet smile. Her partner nods while turning around and heading towards the glass doors with  a wave goodbye.

Surprisingly enough, the gesture had put a dampening on your bad mood, allowing a small smile to creep along your face as you tuck the five dollars in the back of your jeans pocket.

You sighed from the slight relief of pressure in your head as you settled your elbow on the counter with your head resting in your hand.

What a day...