Story for my cousin- Part VI
In the cafe I’d asked a girl behind the counter what time they shut.
The girl had looked at me, smiling, saying sorry 2 times.
Then she went into the kitchen bringing another waitress out with her.
'What time do you shut?' I asked this waitress, who understood me.
'Depending what day it is,'
Monday,’ I said, but it’s a public holiday. Maybe your closing times are different,’
'No,' she said.
'What time do you close then?'
'9.30,' she said, 'like it says on the window.'
Upstart fucking waitress, I’d thought, with your tacky nose piercing and cheap bandana in your hair.
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