“Whatcha having honey.”The waitress asked Alex while cigarette smoke gently escaped her mouth. Caught off guard Alex hastily looked through the menu he had yet to open. Alex quickly stole a glance at the waitress noticing that her name tag was completely tarnished with oil,crumbs and riddled with fingerprints to the point he couldn't make out her name.Yet this was nothing compared  to how she was giving the wall the world’s deadest stare as to express her interest.

    He couldn’t help but, be enamored by the constant flickering lights above her. He felt as if Freddy Krueger would suddenly jump out and attack him from the moldy, once white titles that decorated the floor of the diner. Though the waitress before him looked as though that would’ve been the highlight of her night. Alex eventually realized he couldn’t read any of the options on the menu.

He thought to himself, “ The fuck is a quesadilla. Why can’t they just have burgers or even say what's in any of the stuff on their menu? ”

    Alex realized he was started to take a long time to order, so he thought to at least give the waitress a means to be engaged. Alex started to roll his eyes towards the waitress while twiddling his fingers nervously and said with a stutter, “So what’s good here.” However, Alex had no idea the monster he unleashed. One could feel the silence before the storm as the rain itself suddenly grew more ravenous. Then thunder raised to the point of providing more lighting then the light bulbs could, revealing the waitress's oil and dirt soaked uniform.

    The waitress’ eyes instantly set on Alex. She slammed her hand holding the notebook for an order that had multiple ink marked dashes onto the table and said,

    “Jesus tap-dancing Christ your the thirty-seventh person to ask me that today. Why can’t basic people like you know what you want beforehand, Elmer Fudd.”

    Alex's face was as red as the scarf that was draped around the collar of his old khaki raincoat. He felt a sudden sense of deja vu mixed with anger and embarrassment. Alex blurted out without thinking,

    “Didn’t anyone teach the customer’s always right, you ugly skank. Don't make your problems mine, because your whore ass could barely get a job at this dump.”

    An ominous silence filled the “hole in the wall” establishment. luckily the two were the only ones at the dinner so no one would have to bare witness to Alex's white privilege and the Waitress unprofessionalism. Though that may be for the worst since the waitress didn't say anything to Alex outburst. Since she simply darted her head in all direction as to make sure no one would see her actions. She walked behind the counter swaying her hips back and forth while smirking to herself. Alex turned his back to gather his positions get ready to leave. He put his hat own and grabbed his pocket umbrella when suddenly.

    The waitress grabbed a hot pot of coffee and poured it all over him. Even though his clothes were covering his body he still felt the blunt damp soldering pain from the coffee. With the shock that his phone and the money in his coat pocket was soaked. He was caught in complete shock it didn't help that the waitress cackled like a witch as if she had caught Dorothy and her little dog. Suddenly a few men walked into the dinner laughing and talking Alex quickly realized if he retaliates then he would be in the wrong of the encounter. Knowing this the Waitress grinned at Alex with so much salt it would kill a horse.

     Alex know what she was thinking her smiled made it loud and clear. She thought to herself, “Do it fuck boy so I can watch these truckers tear your little ass up.”

Like a child kicked off a ride in the playing ground, Alex grabbed his things and ran out the door. Alex pushed the men aside as they flicked their cigarette butts at him out of annoyance  while he passed. Alex was cold , hungry and out in the pouring rain hoping the bus would pick him up or better yet run him over. If it did than that waitress would blame herself all her life.

    “That would show her.” Alex thought.

     Alex was so frustrated at himself and the situation he wanted to scream. Luckily for him, once he got home he could see his husband who could work off all his frustration. That was the only highlight of Alex’s day.