The following story also happened during yesterday’s day shift, and try as I might, I can’t get it out of my head.
Two women, a man and a little girl came in yesterday afternoon. They wanted to know where they could find a pay phone. Do they even make pay phones any more? Beats me. I asked other people and no one knew where to find a pay phone. The people didn’t speak English very well, so I think they thought we were lying to them. They said it was really important because one of the women needed to contact a man who was supposed to be at one of the main street shops and he wasn’t there.
Again, I don’t know where there is a pay phone. Sorry.
They left, but then they came back with the missing man. He was around 55 years old and looked like a greasy Indian***, but he spoke French like the rest of them. They sat down and were more than a little rude about their drinks. Probably still pissed off about the pay phone. I took the drinks out and started to take their order. I figured out that one man and one woman were a couple. They ordered. I started to take the young woman’s order, but I couldn’t because she had her tongue stuffed down the greasy Indian’s throat.
She was 24 years old (at most) and she cleaned this guys tonsils and dry humped him the entire time they were in the restaurant. The guy couldn’t even talk about whatever the hell he was trying to talk about because she had her mouth on his like a suction cup. It was disgusting.
I don’t care if you’re gay or straight; the same age or years apart. To quote Sheryl Crow, “if it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad,” however, I DON’T WANT TO SEE IT. There are places for this sort of behaviour. They are called motel rooms or your own home.
I can understand being happy to see someone, but holy shit, let the guy take a breath.
***I mean no disrespect towards greasy Indians.
Big Bald Guy has been jokingly hitting on me for the last two nights. He gets thisclose to me and shows me his ‘sexy face’. Tonight I told him he was embarrassing me because I’m a shy girl and can’t handle such blatent sex appeal. He made his ‘sexy face’ for Al-Quieda and he asked, “Is that your rapist face? ‘Cuz that’s what you look like. No wonder she’s scared.”