"Hello, just the two of you?"
I slide the menus on the table and nearly spill the water.
"Yes--I'd like a margarita, please, on the rocks."
Someone looks like she needs a drink.
"Alright, and you, sir?"
Darts fly. "Just give me a minute."
The blender whirrs, muffling their crossfire.
The limes are past their prime, but they won't notice.
"Here you go, ma'am. Have you decided, sir?"
"I'll just have a margarita. I don't think
we're going to order anything else."
"No," she says, "we'll just have drinks."
"Another round?"
His brow furrows.
"No, we'll take the check."
She shoves the ten dollar bill at me.
He fretfully pats for his wallet. "Come on--"
"No, don't--"
He huffs with exaggeration.
I take the money from
her shaking hand.
I bus their table, and see them
arguing in front of the window.
The woman locks her eyes with me for a moment--
I was staring. She starts the car. I get back to work.
May 2005
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