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He's here.
He's here and I work here.
He's here in my corner.
The corner I serve.
I hate bieng a waitress.
Really I do.
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I tried to get somebody else to serve them.
But, no.
They love to torture me.
My friends love to torture me.
I need new friends, don't I?
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Hopefully he wont recognize me.
I'm kidding myself.
Slight differences matter not.
He'll know me.
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I won't say a word to him.
Except of course, that of which is required.
In my profession that is.
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So onward I march.
I don't look down.
I don't look away.
I can't let my fear show.
I can't let my nervousness show.
I can't look weak.
Although, of course I am.
Weak, that is.
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I look just above them.
If I look at him, then i'll be inclined to run.
From Alan.
If I look at his friends, i'll feel inclined to run.
To keep myself from screaming at them.
It's not thier fault.
But, god, how I wish it were.
I don't want to blame Alan.
I loved him.
Finally I stop.
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I give a light smile.
Hi, i'm Evie.
I'll be your waitress today.
May I get you something to drink?
The words flow easily.
I've said them a thousand times before.
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All my other exes?
Easy to get over.
But him.
Him.
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It's been forever.
I still remember.
Usually it all fades.
The memories.
The words.
Thier faces.
All in the past.
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I feel so damn jaded.
I did something wrong.
Couldn't he have at least told me why?
Why not?
Why didn't he?
Was it that bad?
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Coke.
Magnet.
Whatever.
X-ray.
Sprite.
Armpit.
Latte.
Zero.
Lemonade.
Stanley.
Pepsi.
Twitch.
Diet coke.
Squid.
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I never looked up.
I just kept writing.
I looked up.
I'll be right back with those.
I practically deadpanned the words.
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It was an accident.
They better not hold it against me.
Proper tip, proper tip.
You really never know with people of today.
They jip you for anything.
Including the wrong tone of voice.
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I marched to the pop machine.
I emptied myself.
I've been doing that often lately.
I'm getting quite good at it.
It's like meditating in a crowd.
Quite refreshing if you have the talent.
Shutting up now.
I'm so nervous.
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Watch me do something stupid.
Knowing me.
Knowing my utter lack of coordination.
I am so going to trip and fall.
Spilling thier drinks right on them.
I actually wouldn't mind seeing that.
As long as I don't have to fall.
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Six glasses full to the brim.
All on the counter.
Too full.
I pour a smidge down the drain.
Too empty.
I add more pop to the glass.
Too full.
I pour-
Damn it!
Now i'm just procrastinating.
I sigh.
The glasses are filled perfectly.
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To stack them on the tray.
All seven.
On the tray.
Great.
I'm going to fall and die.
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I'd make two trips.
But, you see it's a well known fact.
Never make two trips for drinks.
Unless you have more then eight drinks.
Lucky me, I have seven.
So close.
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I hoist the tray up.
Damn is it heavy.
I contort my face to it's normal self.
Weakness.
I really have to banish it.
I make a beeline for thier table.
I haven't tripped yet.
Still haven't tripped.
Still ha-
Jinxed.
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Okay, so I didn't trip.
I was shoved.
Violently I might add.
Wow, they were in a hurry to leave.
She didn't even apologize.
Am I that bad of a waiter?
I need a new job.
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Anyhow, she went shove.
I went fall.
The drinks went spill.
On the carpeted floor.
It was stained already though.
Still, I just made it worse.
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Thank god no pop stained my clothes.
I sat there.
Chaos ensued around me.
I fell backwards.
My knees were bent.
My head was less then a foot away from a costumers chair.
And I didn't care.
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I lay there.
Chaos ensued around me.
And I laughed.
I couldn't help it.
Really I couldn't.
It was hilarious.
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You had to be there.
It was just like in a movie.
Everyone was panic stricken.
Running from the soda flow.
It was as if thier lives depended on it.
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Employees rushing over to help clean up.
Clean up on aisle five!
the only difference was this.
The causer wasn't helping.
No, she was laying on the floor.
Laughing.
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I did recieve quite a few nasty glares.
Finally I picked myself up.
It was funny.
Apparently THEY thought so to.
They were laughing.
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The boss who had helped clean up.
She passed by me and snapped.
Babe.
Youve got problems.
I just thanked him.
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I got the day off.
Apparently the boss thinks I had too much sugar.
I told him I was a victim.
A victim of a vengeful costumer.
Who listens to Evie?
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I know, he was probably just trying to look cool.
Show off for his friends.
I wish it weren't so.
Maybe it isn't.
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I had been ranting to mr.Boss man.
When mr.Boss man walks away!
In the middle of my explanation.
He just walk off.
Mr.Boss man is officialy on my shit list.
Seriously.
I glared at his back.
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Alan called out to me.
Hey miss waitress?
He knew my name.
Why the hell did he call me miss waitress?
I turned around.
What?
I snapped, I admit.
He deserved it.
Are those drinks taken out of your paycheck?
What's it to you?
I questioned him.
Well what do you expect?
The last word he ever said to me was Bye.
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Ooh, she's a fiesty chicka, ain't she?
Magnet.
I should've slapped his face off.
I don't know why I didn't.
Rather, I responded cooly.
Not for you.
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They laughed.
Magnet didn't.
You got burned dude!
Armpit.
Suck it up man.
Zigzag.
You'll live.
Squid.
I rolled my eyes.
I began to walk away.
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Hey wait.
Squid.
I stopped.
I turned.
I waited.
The drinks are on me.
I blinked.
He aknowledged me today.
He spared me fourteen bucks today.
Is he on crack?
He might be.
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Why would you do that?
I needed to know.
For a beautiful waitress,who wouldn't?
Oh great.
Not only did he knowledge me today.
He hit on me too.
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I raised my eyebrows.
If you insist.
I didn't want to encourage it.
The flirting.
It made me feel as if we are strangers.
We aren't.
We weren't.
Are we?
I don't know.
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Then he did the assurance.
That no one else could see.
He winked at me.
I didn't say a word.
I was astonished.
Squid.
Alan.
He winked!
At me, no less.
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I've always had this vandetta against winking.
It looks so absurd.
I suppose it's really the intent that matters.
Still, he winked at me!
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I've been rambling, you realize.
I would explain.
I would.
But I can't.
I just can't.
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Today he confused me.
He confused me so bad.
I don't even know which way is left.
And i'm driving too.
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Why wont he ever approach me alone?
Why wont he talk to me alone?
Why not?
Please.
Alan.
Squid.
Please.
Tell me why not.
I want to know.
