I always find it amazing how couples never appreciate a home cooked meal for valentine's day. This is our busiest time, and I’m not complaining or anything, I would just like my man to show me how much he loves me by how much effort he puts into the evening and more importantly, the meal.
“Welcome,” I’m as professional as I possible can be to the new couple that enters our bar and grill. “Table for two?” I ask.
Problem is: I don't have a man and due to my previous job, I recognize the one in front of me.
Just like before, I work, six nights a week, but this time, as a waitress in the bar section. It just so happens that Jessica, from the restaurant staff, called in sick . . . again.
I am the lucky one nominated for the double shift which I can say no to, but the double hours normally mean double pay, and I'm not going to miss out on that.
“Would this be fine?” I gesture towards a corner table for the couple and avoid eye contact . . . with him.
“Thank you,” he's calm, as if he has regular encounters with his ‘late nights.’
If hitting on someone was physical, I would be unrecognizable by the end of my shifts. I’m quite frankly sick of it! This is why it’s such a relief to serve a ‘lovely couple’ as my last customers.
No more lusting eyes, more importantly, no more lusting tongues until I get back – “from the men you please?”
What?
How dare he! In a split second, all eyes are on us.
“What the hell, lady?” I think he comments, but I'm unable to hear him clearly, because he has his hand on his face from the bitch slap I delivered to him.
I make my way to the back area, ready to leave and go home.
So much for NDAs, I am utterly done with the day!
As I'm walking, my shoulder gets tugged back with such force that my entire body follows suit.
After I see who it is, I find myself unable to finish my apology, as she avenges him by bitch slapping me. “Don't you dare touch my husband like that again!” she says.
If only she knew in how many ways I have already touched him.
With my hand covering my burning cheek, I watch her walk back to the table, slowly followed by my manager.
Her slap wakes up my five senses, especially my hearing. “Yes, that witch over there slapped my husband for no valid reason – at – all,” she says to my manager.
“I'm truly sorry about that, ma'am,” he kisses her ass.
“It's fine,” the bitch replies. “I'm sure she won't try a stunt like that again.”
“No . . .” He continues to suck up to her, “I will make sure of that.”
I continue my journey to the back and swear I hear the husband say, “It’s fine, okay? Can we just get the menu please?”
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