Beca hurried, hefting the tray on
her shoulder. Her back hurt like a mother fucker, her feet were numb, and
fucking thankfully all she had to do was get two more tables out the door and
they would finally be closed for the night and she could go home and pass the
fuck out. Except that the two tables she still had to go were the rudest, white
middle class people she’d ever fucking encountered in her year of waitressing,
so this was going to try her patience even more than normal. Who even came into
a restaurant at 9:48PM when they closed at 10? It was so fucking rude.
She took a deep breath and pulled a
smile out of her ass. At least she wasn’t the waitress stuck with like a party
of fifteen. It was some sort of team or something, all dressed in black and bouncing
between speaking English and what sounded like full-on German. They’d been
there for about an hour and half before they got their food, but they hadn’t
made a fuss and were almost done now. But still. Fifteen fucking people. Beca
was glad she wasn’t Stacie. Or Amy for that matter since she had to cook all
that food. Geesh.
Beca stepped up to her table and
put the tray on its stand. She handed out the food with a smile even though on
the inside she was killing each and every one of the family of four in various,
slow and painful ways. She still wanted at least a decent fucking tip for this
bullshit. With one last smile she was off again towards the back with a sigh.
The dad was going to need a refill before everything was over. She might as
well just get it now and save herself the trouble and while she was at it get
the bill ready for the other table that was basically done. Anything to hurry
them the fuck out of her hair.
She grabbed everything she needed
and headed out again. This time the smile she put on felt ten times as fake,
but maybe twenty more minutes and she would be free as a bird. Well, free-ish.
There was still cleanup work to do, ugh. She dropped off the bill and walked up
to her other table, icy Dr. Pepper in hand.
Oh no. She could see the glares as
she walked up. This wasn’t going to go well. Something had gone wrong. Which,
surprise, happened when no one fucking cared about your order because you were
a dick bag and came in like two minutes to closing. Except now she was going to
have to deal with it. Great. Just what she always wanted. Like those stupid
Sockem Boppers that her parents never got her for Christmas when she was little
even though she’d asked for them for like five Christmases in a row. She was
clearly still bitter about that. Chances were she was totally going to be
bitter about what was about to happen too.