Fragments Of A Day
He’s my customer. Don’t think I can’t see you trying to steal him.
No deviating from the script please waiting staff. Say the line, fake the laugh, get off stage.
My second impressions always seem more important. Is this a reversible impression jacket I’m wearing? I hope so.
Can my loyalty really be bought for the measly sum of $12 an hour?
If Little Red Riding Hood saw me now, her reaction would most certainly be “My, my- what a large chest you have in that apron.” To which I would reply, “All the better to chase you threateningly with my dear.”
“Yeah, it was kinda mutual” always means he broke up with her.
Feeling frazzled? Heart beating faster? Yep. That’s me.
Red wine on a shirt. Could be worse. Could be blood… But if he was dead he wouldn’t make me buy him a new tie.
The End.
