5
The Dick
Day 7
She didn’t even askwhat I wanted. When she saw me walk through the door, she immediately huffed as she went into the kitchen without giving so much as a second glance. Fifteen minutes later, she returned carrying blueberry pancakes and black coffee. She didn’t speak to me at all, and I had been here three hours and drank so much coffee I could have held a pissing contest with a horse.
After the first hour of silence, I took it as a personal challenge to outlast her stubbornness. There was no way she could still be pissed over me stiffing her on a tip, so she must be bipolar or just a hateful person in general. Neither of which I truly believed, but I had left one hundred dollars for her in tips over a course of five days, for fuck’s sake. That should have earned me the right to order my own food at the very least.