I remember once I had these guests in this classic, cozy little restaurant, I used to call this place.
she said, "you need to be a friend with pain..."After what I've heard I paused doesn't make any sense to me, I assumed maybe she's lonely and in pain...
"Uh?" I stuttered. She suddenly speaking to me seems alcohol did the magic this time. I politely observed that she might be drunk. I don't want to be creepy to our guests. Deep down, I was a bit confused; I didn't initiate a topic once, to begin with.
I was wiping on the top bar counter at that moment. She's been sitting for long hours in the same spot. She didn't even move a muscle in the same chair, and most never heard a word from me. I let her have time alone. Except for signaling to fill her glass, doing my job. As usual, I'm the closing staff, as always most people do weird things when they hit rock bottom on alcohol.
In my experience meeting kinds of people. I must say they have some life-drama issues and spend themselves talking to bartenders. Then they find themselves talking to strangers at the counters. Some of the other bartenders shifts who patiently listened to them promise I know better...
Oh... By the way, my name is Kacey. They called me here Kiss. Yes... you heard it right. Sounds like... I'll leave it... for you to indulge... I wish I would kiss people to make money, but I'm busting my ass with hours of hard work just to pay my bills!
A year ago I decided to separate from my drunken mom. She's always like that since they have a divorce with my dad, although nothing special like everybody else is going through. They cope upon alcohol, as to my mom specifically, she was like every guest we have.
I still remember the phrase, You need to be a friend with pain..." What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is that you need to be numb? I don't think that's what she's pointing out it bothers sometimes she's a guest and came out those words came from nowhere. That hit my nerves unexpectedly.
I tried to be nice to her, but she had these walls, so I left her be enjoying her drinks, and that leaves me with those phrases in my head that don't make sense to me at all. Maybe she had a broken heart or something like a server; all you have to do is listen. Sometimes giving an opinion to that drunk guest is not a good idea at all. You wouldn't allow yourself to end up in arguing and trouble, right? worst losing a decent job!
"Hi Kiss! Early shifts? she smirked, busy
"Oh geez! Yes! I needed some extra tips if I get lucky enough tonight!" I replied to my co-staff Dana with enthusiasm.
She's filling up the glass on the dishwasher. I took a glimpse of the door that had a circular window. Everyone is like a busy-bees in the kitchen never had as busy as these compared past few weeks.
I put on my usual attire as a waitress, looking in the life-sized mirror from head to foot. Located down the hallway where we also have our lockers and changing room as well. I well groomed myself the place is classic so we staff maintain our best selves and most appealing as possible and look warm pleasant to our guests. Kind of hard to hide problems; sometimes our eyes can speak even without noticing. But I manage and blend; I took Dana's advice, so it goes well for me, and that can't affect my job at all and be hospitable in entertaining and serving our guest.
I neatly comb my hair and make it a bun with these cute pins most women staff are required to have. Pulled my tiny, bowtie-colored red and white apron we have. Pulled my black sleeves neatly with a mini-vest uniform pair with black slacks and put some light makeup on just to enhance and appeal to entertain our guest.
The place is a bit dimmer with thick carpet and curtains with several plants; the one had wide leaves and, most of all,. We had these mini-stages where a few famous musicians played.
A long counter bar aside and several tables and chairs, some are two-seaters and others four, maximum allowed capacity in the vicinity. And that entitles me as a waitress on this place, and other staff called and teased bread and butter place. Sometimes when we had a break time, they handed me a cigar just to have several puffs, but I always remember this one we had a guest in this little restaurant. She said you need to be a friend with pain; still, it bothers me; it is inside of my head.
Checking in, I already noticed a young lady near the window. If I had a degree in photography, I would love to take a few clicks to capture a scene on my camera.
The lady from that window and I was behind able to capture stolen shots, without noticing its perfect for a perfect view, "a lonely lady with her teacup," I call it, looking outside, raining and cupping her chin, staring at nowhere. She's stunning, I may say. We had several famous guests to admire, but she's uniquely different. Her aura is very delicate, like cotton, and her skin is so soft that, as she took a glimpse, she composed herself.
A quite well-mannered, educated woman, but I noticed something odd while standing there, fascinated by her...
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