If you guys don't already know, I'm a server at a Hibachi style restaurant (think Benihana), so that means I see a lot of action. Work is never the same as the day before.
With that said, a couple of months ago I met this super duper hot dark haired Airforce stallion as one of my customers. Everytime I would be near him, he would just stop and stare. I don't mind. He's gorgeous! We had major flirtage. I'm not all that and a bag of cookies. I just don't pay attention to mindless chatter. I'm not trying to ruin my clientele. Translation: I am not a hoe.
This morning, my boss alerted me of my first customers sitting at the grill. It was Airforce Stallion......and a brunette. She was really sweet and girl next doorish. I like her. I wanted to be her. I was so green with envy. My greatest task was to remain professional (no defiling or depositing of saliva done to his or her food........ promise). There was clearly tension between Airforce stallion and I. Emphasis on clear, because the brunette couldn't see it. It was difficult acting like I have never seen Airforce Stallion in my entire life when he usually makes his presence known to me the minute he steps foot in the restaurant.
So the script went like this:
We exchanged plenty of smiles, thank you's, hello's, and goodbyes. There were careless touches... stolen eye contact... the kind that makes a person flinch. He has those smiling eyes that stings your heart a little. So wrong.
After their meal, He asked for to go boxes and the check. The minute I turn around to claim the check, they had left. On the table was $60.00 cash for a $45.00 check, with "Sorry." scribbled on the back in tiny kindergarten like writing.
Like a Geisha in a glass case, nice to look at but not keep...
With that said, a couple of months ago I met this super duper hot dark haired Airforce stallion as one of my customers. Everytime I would be near him, he would just stop and stare. I don't mind. He's gorgeous! We had major flirtage. I'm not all that and a bag of cookies. I just don't pay attention to mindless chatter. I'm not trying to ruin my clientele. Translation: I am not a hoe.
This morning, my boss alerted me of my first customers sitting at the grill. It was Airforce Stallion......and a brunette. She was really sweet and girl next doorish. I like her. I wanted to be her. I was so green with envy. My greatest task was to remain professional (no defiling or depositing of saliva done to his or her food........ promise). There was clearly tension between Airforce stallion and I. Emphasis on clear, because the brunette couldn't see it. It was difficult acting like I have never seen Airforce Stallion in my entire life when he usually makes his presence known to me the minute he steps foot in the restaurant.
So the script went like this:
We exchanged plenty of smiles, thank you's, hello's, and goodbyes. There were careless touches... stolen eye contact... the kind that makes a person flinch. He has those smiling eyes that stings your heart a little. So wrong.
After their meal, He asked for to go boxes and the check. The minute I turn around to claim the check, they had left. On the table was $60.00 cash for a $45.00 check, with "Sorry." scribbled on the back in tiny kindergarten like writing.
Like a Geisha in a glass case, nice to look at but not keep...
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