brow.
“Do you want home-fries with your omelet ?” she asked with attitude, her wad of gum sticking in her left cheek.
“Oh…yes.”
“Maybe if you took that gum out of your mouth she would understand what the hell you just asked.” Vinny snapped.
The waitress glared down at him and put her hand on her hip. “Who are you, my manager?”
“No, but I could call him.” Vinny answered.
The girl pulled the gum out of her mouth and held it to the side, giving me a sneer. “Would you like home - fries with your order?”
“Yanno what?” Vinny said, sliding his drink aside. “Forget this, she doesn’t want anything.”
“I don’t?” I asked meekly.
“No. Bring me the check.”
I blinked at Vinny in surprise.
“We’re going to go someplace that has real service, not one with a waitress that chews gum like a fuckin’ cow.”
She scoffed. “What did you call me?”
I inwardly winced and shrunk down in my seat.
“I didn’t call you anything. I said you chew your gum like a cow. But if you really want me to call you something, I could always call your manager, and then I could call you fired.”
She pinched the gum between her fingers, scowling at Vinny. He stared back at her, daring her to say something. Instead, she just shook her head, turned on her heel, and stalked back behind the counter to ring up the check.
“She wouldn’t last a day in a real restaurant.” He said.
“I thought it was basic knowledge not to chew gum while waiting tables.”
“Yeah, well, some people think they are better than the rules. That shit doesn’t fly in my book.” He said and pulled out his wallet.
She returned and slapped the check down on the table in front of him. Vinny picked up the check, looked it over, then tossed a few bucks over it, and stood up. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
As we slid from the booth, I noticed the girls at the table nearby watched us. He didn’t seem to notice them as he placed his palm on my back and led me out of the diner, the little bells hanging from the door handle jangled loudly to announce our departure.
We walked to his car parked at the curb and he opened the passenger door for me. A rumpled pile of his dirty clothes waited on the seat and he quickly swiped them into the back. The cool leather bit through my jeans when I sat down and he slid in beside me a moment later. Once he turned the key in the ignition, a blast of luke-warm air hit my face and the song “November Rain” by Guns N’ Roses blasted from the stereo. He turned down the music and looked over at me.
“Sorry.”
I wasn’t sure if he was apologizing about the scene in the restaurant or the music being too loud.
“It’s okay. I like this song,” I said picking the safer option.
“No I meant back there. I didn’t mean to come off as a prick, but she needed to be told off.”
“I agree. It’s good practice. You’ll need that spine someday when you own your restaurant right?”
“Yeah I guess.” He pulled away from the curb and turned the music back up a notch. “So you like this song?”
“Yeah, I grew up with Guns N’ Roses. My dad is a big fan.”
“This song is one of my favorites. You know how some songs just speak to you? This song got me through a rough breakup.”
“You mean with your ex, Vivian?” I asked without thinking.
He looked over at me in surprise. “Uh…yeah. How did you know about her?”
“Lindy mentioned it.”
“Oh…right. I keep forgetting you live with them.”
Not for much longer hopefully.
Once we stopped at the red light, he turned to me. “There’s another diner up here on Red Grove Avenue called Streamliner’s. It has better service.”
I had no idea where that was, but I nodded anyway. “Okay.”
A few minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot ofStreamliner’s. This place looked a lot better, even from the outside. It had a rotating door, which I always liked. It was seat yourself and most of the tables were
“Do you want home-fries with your omelet ?” she asked with attitude, her wad of gum sticking in her left cheek.
“Oh…yes.”
“Maybe if you took that gum out of your mouth she would understand what the hell you just asked.” Vinny snapped.
The waitress glared down at him and put her hand on her hip. “Who are you, my manager?”
“No, but I could call him.” Vinny answered.
The girl pulled the gum out of her mouth and held it to the side, giving me a sneer. “Would you like home - fries with your order?”
“Yanno what?” Vinny said, sliding his drink aside. “Forget this, she doesn’t want anything.”
“I don’t?” I asked meekly.
“No. Bring me the check.”
I blinked at Vinny in surprise.
“We’re going to go someplace that has real service, not one with a waitress that chews gum like a fuckin’ cow.”
She scoffed. “What did you call me?”
I inwardly winced and shrunk down in my seat.
“I didn’t call you anything. I said you chew your gum like a cow. But if you really want me to call you something, I could always call your manager, and then I could call you fired.”
She pinched the gum between her fingers, scowling at Vinny. He stared back at her, daring her to say something. Instead, she just shook her head, turned on her heel, and stalked back behind the counter to ring up the check.
“She wouldn’t last a day in a real restaurant.” He said.
“I thought it was basic knowledge not to chew gum while waiting tables.”
“Yeah, well, some people think they are better than the rules. That shit doesn’t fly in my book.” He said and pulled out his wallet.
She returned and slapped the check down on the table in front of him. Vinny picked up the check, looked it over, then tossed a few bucks over it, and stood up. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
As we slid from the booth, I noticed the girls at the table nearby watched us. He didn’t seem to notice them as he placed his palm on my back and led me out of the diner, the little bells hanging from the door handle jangled loudly to announce our departure.
We walked to his car parked at the curb and he opened the passenger door for me. A rumpled pile of his dirty clothes waited on the seat and he quickly swiped them into the back. The cool leather bit through my jeans when I sat down and he slid in beside me a moment later. Once he turned the key in the ignition, a blast of luke-warm air hit my face and the song “November Rain” by Guns N’ Roses blasted from the stereo. He turned down the music and looked over at me.
“Sorry.”
I wasn’t sure if he was apologizing about the scene in the restaurant or the music being too loud.
“It’s okay. I like this song,” I said picking the safer option.
“No I meant back there. I didn’t mean to come off as a prick, but she needed to be told off.”
“I agree. It’s good practice. You’ll need that spine someday when you own your restaurant right?”
“Yeah I guess.” He pulled away from the curb and turned the music back up a notch. “So you like this song?”
“Yeah, I grew up with Guns N’ Roses. My dad is a big fan.”
“This song is one of my favorites. You know how some songs just speak to you? This song got me through a rough breakup.”
“You mean with your ex, Vivian?” I asked without thinking.
He looked over at me in surprise. “Uh…yeah. How did you know about her?”
“Lindy mentioned it.”
“Oh…right. I keep forgetting you live with them.”
Not for much longer hopefully.
Once we stopped at the red light, he turned to me. “There’s another diner up here on Red Grove Avenue called Streamliner’s. It has better service.”
I had no idea where that was, but I nodded anyway. “Okay.”
A few minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot ofStreamliner’s. This place looked a lot better, even from the outside. It had a rotating door, which I always liked. It was seat yourself and most of the tables were
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