Remember my shitty Friday? I very briefly mentioned the table that left me $2 on $81. Guess who showed up again? Yep.
I wouldn’t have even recognized them except that the little girl exclaimed, “Hey, we had you last time!”
“Oh,” I said, “is that so? I see a lot of people every day. Do you remember where you sat? It might help me remember!”
“Yep, right over there!”
I looked at the table and then back at the girl. Then I saw her mom. Yep, that’s the bitch that left me $2. The husband wasn’t there this time; it looked like her sister and mom, plus the kiddos.
“Oh,” I said sweetly. “I do remember you now! That was quite a busy night, huh?”
The girl beamed.
I looked at her mom. “I’ll take extra special care of you.”
I would never fuck with someone’s food, but making them think I would? Priceless.