"Hey Sir! Good morning! "

He glared at me angrily.

I get it.

"Sorry Sir... I'll not use the word HEY again....to address you."

"It'll be better.Now scoot off."

He yelled.

What's the problem with this man. I greeted him and he's screaming at me. What a man.

Why are you yelling at me! I'm just a waitor with a mind full of dreams in your desperate café greeting you and you are screaming? Go get some life dude. You've got good food to eat and pockets stuffed with dollars.A lot of them. Then why the temper? Think of the malnourished and poor ,man!

This is exactly what I would have said if:

• He was not my boss.
• I didn't want this job so desperately.

But I want this job so bad and today is not the day I want to go home (Jobless ).

I turned towards him while the other waitors filled in the orders.

"Sir! Actually I wanted to talk about something important. "

He looked at me with rage.

He's an edited version of Hitler. A bald head which you can also call a sick forest ( my term ) with a little diseased bushes around the ears, wide eyes made for intimidating and that nose like the beak of a hawk.He's a made-to-kill man.

" Mister, You're already talking."

He calmy snapped.

"Yeah! So sir.... "

"Make it quick. Today we've got a house full and Justin's on leave. "

He said bluntly.

He calls five people a housefull.Funny.

"Actually.....I don't know how to say this..."

" Then don't "

Ahhhhh!!!! I'm gonna kill this man someday.

Before he could snap at me again, I said it all in one breath looking at the ground to avoid his glare.

"Sir, my sister's husband, Kennedy, died recently. She flew all the way from Brazil to Texas because that home without him was not a home.

THEY FELT HOMELESS EVEN WITH A HOME.

So, she and her son came to me. Sir,she's not in a good condition right now.I can't leave her alone. I'm sorry Sir, but if you could...."

When I raised my eyes to his, his face showed suspicion. He was eying me like I was lying to him about the whole thing.

I WISH IT COULD'VE BEEN A LIE.

" Sir, I wanted to stay with her tommorow and ....yeah, obviously today. She's been acting strange lately.I can't let her be on her own..... "

Thank God. I've done explaining .I hate sadness but whenever I remember this incident it makes me so damn sad....

"Are you finished?"

He asked, this time even more bluntly.

•Kick this man in the ass.

( Added to bucket list. )

"Yes Sir! "

I said, relieved.

"Listen to me Mr. Reed or Heed.... whatever you are. "

He didn't have at least a trace of pity on his face.

" Make a better excuse next time of you have to go on a date. I'm bored of this one. I feel like yawning right now."

WHAT?
ME?
EXCUSE?
DATE?

"Sir,you know I never lie... I.. "

I tried to play it safe.

" you've been working here for how long?"

He snorted.DEVIL.

" Hmmmm.... 3 days sir.... "

I said it realizing what an idiot I am.This is of no use.

Lets think like an optimist.

Yeah, okay....how can he possibly trust me with this thing.GUYS of my age are always killing around their relatives frankly to go on dates with chicks.

• Grandma for Sally.
•Grandpa for Anna.
•Uncle with AIDS for Hannah.

Actually according to the Michael's Law of Relationships:

" THE NUMBER OF RELATIVES DYING AS PER MONTH ARE DIRECTLY PROPORTIONAL TO THE NUMBER OF BREAK UPS AND MAKE UPS (MY TERM) ,GIVEN THAT THE MOOD OF THE BOSS REMAINS CONSTANT"

"So ....... ???? "

He asked me, anger prominent on that humpty-dumpty face.

"So ?"

I asked dumbly not realizing the no. Of order slips piled in front of me.

"Get back to work!!!!!!! "

He's a raging bull. They can use him in Spain if their bulls are way too calm. BECAUSE he's not.You don't even need a red cloth.

Your face is quite enough to piss him off.

Convenient...... huh?

I grabbed a few cups and start pouring the espressos .

I've got to make a plan. Quick.

............... TO BE CONTINUED