this morning #675.

this morning, there were many things that he felt entitled to from this goddamn waiter. respect topped that list & everything else stemmed from that. discretion. humility. stellar service. perhaps a little flirting. would it kill her to stroke his ego a bit? he’d killed it last quarter. sure, she didn’t know this but that was her own fault for not asking. he came here so often that, at this point, she should know who he is. he was sort of a big deal. if anything, his suit & haircut commanded respect. his breakfast order commanded respect. the tips he left commanded respect. if all that couldn’t get him respect, what the hell was the point of busting his ass for all this cash?