This is the year 1997. I am 37 and I have been past it for some time. I do not go on dates that is what is the matter with the cafe they say. The customers want some action.
“Smile at us.”
“Just smile do not glower.”
“In the other cafes the waitresses go out on dates and they even let us squeeze their bums and tits. It is obligatory.”
“Fuck off sunshine.” I say and off they leave in a huff and they never come back again. I had lost the art of speaking I was sad and lonely and did not want to please anyone I was down and more down than I had ever been in my life.
Work place harassment was nothing to it there was this right we have a right to touch the goods and I said nothing of the sort.
“We feel like fools coming here and spending money when the goods are not even ours.”
“Look honey go away eat your breakfast and then leave. We have need of the tables.”
“I am not coming here again.”
“What reasonable cause do they have?” said dad startled at my rudeness.
“Look don’t pick fights with the customers.” he said determinedly wiping the counter and then trying to behave like a manager which he was he was the owner and we now had no dignity.
“I am not picking fights with them they are asking me out on dates and wanting to touch me up.”
“Well?” said daddy, “you did do it with someone why not try being nice to them?”
That is when I split my sides that is when the thing began the feeling of doomed failure that somehow I would never take myself whole self out of the cafe and be somewhere nice.
“Look dad why don’t you go and do the waiting on the tables.”
The customers pour sauce all over him. There was a determined action and they did not only destroy his suit but his temper too. This used to be so much nicer cafe.
“The thing was they are not themselves.” said dad and refused to serve them anymore. I went instead and was given nothing to do. Mother went and she was cheered on. Then came back minus her artificial leg. She just stood there minus her leg and they all went quiet. We went and took the plate and she settled and placed her artificial leg on.
“The tables shall remain empty.” I said in a matter of fact manner I had dealt with the customers, I added “Until they come to their senses.”
Some of these morons I had known from childhood and now they were behaving like beasts.