I'd get up in the cold ass morning and shiver my way up to the bus stop and listen to the banter of too many people. Maybe this predetermined future thing had some merit. There was too many people. I'd get down to the city and walk in to the restaurant, and Don would always be at it, with his crazy smile and black hair slicked back. He would be cutting the meat and would go on about life or Mexico or why we would ask Chef "what're the specials?" He would never get mad, no, he would just go on where he left of the day before, babbling about tales of destiny.
The wait-staff at the restaurant were all nice ladies. I washed the dishes; "nice dress" would come from my mouth from time to time with out a real reply. They were beautiful. My particular favorite was a "red head" that was a really a mean sassy girl but I liked her and she knew it. I'd be washing the dishes she would come in and tell me not to strain myself too hard, and she would say things like this all the time. One time I said back to her, "strain, you want strain!" Then I went scrubbing even harder. She was impressed.
Don was slicing his meat with a sad smile on because some one had told him to shut-up about his predetermined future mumbo jumbo and all that backwoods occult crap. "Don, you want to drink a bit before the party?" I asked and he did. We went to my apartment because it was closer to the party than Don's and the party was held at my favorite girl's house. I was overjoyed, and hoped that she would let us in. Why not? First of all we were the most hated people that worked at the restaurant, and second we were drunk. She let us in. We hung out with the other kitchen staff, who was speaking in Spanish and Don was getting mad. I couldn't understand the conversation, but he was talking about his psychic's predictions again, I could tell. My girl was talking with the gay waiter. I walked up and sat by them and tried to get in on the conversation. They were talking about shopping, and I did not have much to say so I sipped quite steadily on the beer and soon grabbed another, even if I was not done the one in my hand when I first got up to go to the washroom.They were both getting real drunk.
It was known around the restaurant that she had a big crush on gay waiter but gay waiter was gay. She was getting to the point of drunkenness that she forgot that he was gay or something and he was scared off. I jumped in,
"How long have you been working here?"
"Oh, too long." She laughed and reached out drunkenly with a fist and playfully hit me on the chin. I playfully grabbed her waist and she melted in to my hands.
Don showed up and grabbed me by the arm. "Lessgo." He hisses.
"No way."
"Lessgo."
"You're friend is weird little boy." She said. I did not like to be called a little boy, even by her. She seemed very drunk and unfortunately I was not about to take advantage of her. I wanted to.
"Lessgo." He said. I agreed and we left. "You would have got her pregnant and been miserable." He said knowingly. I just shrugged, that pre-destiny crap was old.
Three months later I found out she was pregnant. Maybe Don was smarter than he looked.