Take Another Step

It's about 8:00 PM on a Tuesday night.
I slip out of our car to walk into the restaurant. My sister and I run ahead to order a table. Sliding open the door, I noticed that nobody was behind the front counter to help.
I awkwardly walk up to the bar lady. Hmm... I looked her up and down before saying anything. Piercings. All over her face. Tattoos running down her neck and arms. Stiff black hair. Ewe.
I beam thinking about what I'm going to say. I stare at her for another second, and finally speak up.
"Do you know where to, like, order a table?"
I smile knowing how horrible I am at being polite.
She also gave me an awkward response. "Umm, yeah... you can order right here if you want. Just a table for two?"
"No," I say, "Table for six please. Four kids, two adults."
That went better. I find myself staring at the basket of crayons. Weird. There's only green and yellow. No purple...? Red...? Blue...?
Anyways, my parents are almost at the restaurant.

Then I made eye contact with a guy...