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Aug 08, 2019 15:25:54

She flashed a judging look | A Summer Near Westcity - v3 - 8

by @abrahamKim PATRON | 262 words | 🐣 | 457💌


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"Yeah don't be so airheaded," she said.

"Sorry. I won't be. Thanks."

She flashed a judging look then turned around to head back inside. What a bitch I thought... or wanted to think if it weren't for this utter surprise at how rude a waitress could be.

In fact, I couldn't recall a waiter or waitress being rude to me. Only bubbly, cheery faces came to mind. And in fact, now that I think about it, Rita hadn't been cheery with me. She had been nice, but bubbly? Nah. Strangely I liked that about her. And this other waitress who had just run out after me holding this box of food that I'd forgotten I'd even ordered. She was a fucking bitch. 

Still... did it matter? Didn't it matter more that she'd cared enough to run out after me? Who cared about courtesy anyhow. I didn't. So yeah... Fuck those other typical bubbly service workers!

When I got home, I was about to stick the box in the fridge until I noticed that the food was still hot. Suddenly, I had an appetite. So instead, I scarfed it down. Greasy, salty, and peppery with just the right amount of onion and peppers in between matchstick potato slices. Yum. I ate the entire mound of hash before I ate the eggs and toast. 

Then suddenly I felt exhausted. I walked over to the bedroom and fell into my bed. I must've fallen asleep even before my head hit the pillow.

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