(This is for the
Summer Lovin' Story Contest 2022
. Please rate and comment!)
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Josie sighed, she was just thirty-two. Still, a young woman.(Well, at least she thought she was a young woman.) Despite that, here she was working at an out-of-the-way roadside Denny's. Its' customers were mostly long-haul truckers and prostitutes. She was just a waitress living off of minimum wage and miserable tips. What kind of life was she living? What had happened to her dreams? What had happened to her ambition?
If Josie's mother was still alive, her mother would be disappointed. Her mother had always had dreams for her. Hell, if she was really honest Josie was disappointed in herself. She deserved to be someone. Maybe not a surgeon, an A-list Hollywood actress or an astronaut but someone. Despite those former dreams, Josie just worked at an out-of-the-way Denny's as a waitress. She wasn't important and there was no one in the world who would miss her if she was gone.
On the grave-yard shift, Josie was the only waitress. Sure there was Larry, the cook, in the back, but now he was probably doing his "real job" of selling weed, cigarettes and beer to teenagers. He would only come, when...no IF they had a customer. Josie told herself it was her job to hold down the restaurant. To maintain order. She ran the place. During the grave-yard shift, this Denny's was "her" restaurant. But,tonight was a hot summer night and the Denny's was empty. Josie had already re-swept the floors and re-wiped the tables. She tried to take a little pride in her job even though she knew tomorrow it would be covered in sticky syrup and spilled coffee.
As she looked around, she thought that the Denny's was better than clean. It was perfect. People always valued things like the Louver or Sistine Chapel but no one appreciated a clean restaurant. They just took it for granted. For what it was worth and she knew it wasn't worth much, Josie could at least say she maintained a spotless restaurant. Since there was no one around, Josie started reading one of her romance novels. She might not have adventure in her life, but she'd always rooted for the characters in her novels. They had thrilling adventures while she didn't! Their days changed. Her days would stay the same until who knew when? Josie lived stuck in her ever repeating routine.
Josie had just got to an exciting part in her romance novel, when the bell rang. A man walked in. He looked road weary. Josie sighed to herself in frustration. It was always the same! Whenever she got to a good part, a customer came in. she secretly hated them for this. Automatically, Josie put on a fresh pot of coffee and grabbed a menu. It didn't matter that it was summer and steaming hot out. Customers always wanted coffee. Always!
Joise let the coffee percolate and took the plastic menu out to the customer.
"Hello, I'm Josie. I'll be your waitress tonight. What can I get you?" questioned Josie tiredly. She looked closely at the man for the first time. He was unshaven and wearing a worn out t-shirt and jeans. A Red Sox baseball cap was worn haphazardly upon his head. If she'd been able to afford it, Josie would bet her next paycheck on him stiffing her with the bill.
" Hey, Josie I'm Cahir. I guess I'll have a coffee and a Grand Slam with bacon. I could use some company if you have no other customers. But, I'd get it if you're busy." said Cahir in a lackadaisical manner.
Josie sighed to herself. It was really late...or really early. She could never tell on the nightshift. Josie wanted to get back to her book. Still, it had been so long since she'd talked to anyone. (Larry the loser didn't count.) Here was this stranger. He had an aurora of mystery about him. Cahir was different and intriguing. Her book was good but it could wait. "What the fuck." Josie thought to herself. I'll talk with him. Nothing can go wrong from a conversation.
"Oh, I'm not busy you can see there's nobody here but me...I'll grab your Grand Slam and get myself some coffee too." Josie went in the back to tell Larry they had a customer. He needed to cook. It was his job after all. Denny's paid him for it. Unsurprisingly and as usual, Larry the loser, had disappeared with one of his "clients". It was up to Josie to get Cahir, his Grand Slam.
The corporate management at Denny's liked to give the image that all their food was made to order. It couldn't be further from the truth. Everything, except the fried eggs, were made in the microwave. People may as well be ordering TV dinners. Where else could a person get both a pot roast or scrambled eggs at two am? Even though everything was made in the microwave, Josie could have killed Larry. Josie had been lonely in her routine. She wanted to talk to this mysterious man. It would be nice to have some new companionship, if only for a little while. Josie had been alone for too long.
Josie brought out the newly-brewed coffee and started frying the eggs. She wasn't a good cook. She'd thought she'd be able to fry some eggs without burning them but Josie was wrong. "Is everything okay back there? I smell smoke." questioned Cahir. If he was honest with himself, he also was lonely. He wanted someone outside of work and outside of his pack to talk to.
"It's alright. I'm alright. Everything is alright and done. I'm bringing it out now." said Josie. She sat the Grand Slam in front of Cahir. Josie was ashamed. She hadn't gone to college, she hadn't fulfilled her dreams and she couldn't even fry a stupid egg!