Across the street from my office is a BBQ restaurant. A home cooking sort of place. I had been by there once before but hadn't been back in months.
It's time for lunch (or it was about two weeks ago when this happened) and I decide wtf, it's close by and the food is good. I drove over, got out and the waitress seated me with a big smile. She was quite attractve which certainly never hurts.
I'm taking off my coat, getting out all the technojunk in my pockets and I look out the window and there is the submissive I was dating from four years ago. She was a good sub, she liked dressing up in creative ways, but she didn't take the breakup real well.
So she walks in the door and I realize, from her amazingly stylish teal t-shirt that she works at the place. I didn't really know how to take that.
I didn't think she would spit in my food or anything- well probably not, but I didn't exactly want to sit around and listen to her tell me how shitty her life was since we broke up either. There are other places to eat so I tossed a few bucks on the table and left.
I've thought about it a few times since then. She had big plans for what she wanted to do after college and it looks like not a lot came of them.
Don't get me wrong. I am a big believer in waitresses/waiters and service people in general. Someone has to serve the public in general- and me specifically- but it was just odd to see her there like that.
|