As I crouched there, in the men's room, scraping mysterious brown chunks off the stainless steel wall , I explored the possibility of not being a waitress, a year from now.


At 5:56 PM, Blogger Bobby said...

Last time I did that kind of thinking I ended up in a temp agency. Which is better sometimes and worse sometimes. When I was a waiter I got free food.


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