6/1/2023 0 Comments Three mages and a margaritaIf the restaurant had been quiet before, now it was silent enough to be a new dimension. Her mouth hung open, eyes bugged out, coke and beer and a hint of iced tea speckling her cheek. The plastic hit the side of her head with a shocking crack and she stumbled backward, then fell on her well-padded butt. Which is why, as ice-cold liquid gushed down my front, I whipped my dripping tray right into the woman’s smirking face. I try my best, okay? I keep my mouth shut, I smile real polite, and I let the managers give free meals to every scamming asshole because “the customer is always right” or whatever. And by inkling, I mean I might as well wear a flashing sign that reads, “Firecracker Redhead, Beware.” Or, if you’re my ex-boyfriend, it reads, “Don’t Stick It in Crazy Gingers.” Liquid drenched my white blouse and glassware shattered on the floor, spraying shards over my legs as ice cubes skittered under tables.Īnyone who’s known me for more than an hour has an inkling of my temper. It flipped up, dumping all six beverages onto my chest. “Out of my way!” Her fat hand shot out and shoved my drink tray. “If you could just wait one moment,” I tried again. Her companion shoveled one last mouthful of chicken down her gullet before scrambling up. I won’t pay to be mocked and insulted.” The woman shoved to her feet, frothing at the mouth with vindicated rage.
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