Friday Fictioneers: The Regular
I had five minutes and decided to I’ll do a Friday Fictioneers today.
I come here every day. Sit in your section. I always ask for the usual-with a side of smiles. After finishing a lovely meal, I leave you a ten dollar tip and leave with a rosy start to my day. But today you chase after me-flagging me down. “Rick! Rick!” I gasp when you remember my name. I turn to you and when our eyes meet your face turns red and you can’t help but giggle. I am such a stud. Then you hand me something and say, “This sock fell out of pant leg and we don’t accept coupons from Hooters.”