2009
11.21

Ego Amo Te Part 2

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We lived in the city. I had lived there since graduating from a private Universtify, the option was to go back home to the folks, or to get an immediate job and work towards something better. I became a server at a semi upscale restaraunt, where the business people rolled on in a lil before five, to stuff themselves with fourteen dollar appetizers, martenis and imported beers. I had a nasty attitude about them with the other servers. I was polite to them of course, but as soon as I was in the kitchen I would make jokes about how they were getting plastered so laying down with their wives tonight wouldn’t be so bad. I really thought I was a witty guy. One night a lot of that changed. I was finishing up my shift I can’t passing someone who was sitting on the racks of softdrink boxes that feed into the carbonation machne. Their face in their hands. I asked one of the servers, “what’s his deal”.”I think she just got dumped or something, she’s been crying like that for an hour, someone’s covering her tables for an hour.” I approached …Marion, and I asked what was up. And could then here gentle sobbing. “I just want to be alone, just LEAVE”, “Woah, hey now  What’s up do you need anything?”. She quit crying, and she looked up at my face. her eyes were a little swollen from crying, but she was gorgeous, despite it. “Look, I can start doing my closing duties in a minute, and I’m outta here”. I suddently became aware that I was a “shift leader”, or some imaginary title that supposedly gave me power but no raise. “Oh no don’t worry about it, I’ll get those taken care of you, you have a car or a ride home”, she let out a single sob or a sign, I’m not sure which. “I..I walk.”, “Alright I’ll give you a ride home, you stay here, I’ll get everything taken care of”. I walked away into the dining area, and found my buddy Jimmy, he was from botsont, but you could only tell when he said “car”. “Hey Jimmy, you need some extra cash”, “Hell yea…err”, he paused realizing customers were around. “You do my closing and the new girls I’ll give you ten bucks”. “Dude, ten bucks?”, “Alright, 20″. “Sounds more like it, you do my closing tommorrow?”, “Don’t push it”,”Alright, Alright”.
I made my way back to the kitchen to find Marion and she wasn’t where she had been sitting I glanced around and ddin’t see here, I hollared at a chef “Where’s the new girl”, he pointed towards the back employee exit. I ran out the exit. She was walking away from the restraunt through the massive parking lot. “Hey I yelled”, she didn’t respond. I ran after her. “Hey what’s up, I’ll give you a ride hoem, no big deal.”, “I don’t want to go home.”, “Oh where are you going?”, “I don’t know”, “Well why not go home?”, “I hate my room mates”, “Well you need a place to sleep, or somewhere to be”, “Yust leave me alone” tears started to stream down her cheecks, though her facial expression was as stoic as I had ever seen. “Look this is weird I know, but you could sleep at my place”, “Whate are you some kind of creep”, “No it’s just that turnovers bad, and bfore you…quit serving tables, you were doing well, and I’ll sleep on the couch, I sleep on the couch anyway”. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU”, she screamed then slid to her knees bowing her head. At first he thought she was crying but she wasn’t. Apprehnsively he bent down, grabbed one of her arms and slid it over his shoulder.He assisted her to his car, a beat up, 1987 Grand Marquis.He placed her gently. In the passengers side. He closed the door, and drove them to his apartment, he would glance over now and again, and just be calmed by her beauty. It was on the third floor and it was difficult to assiste her walking to his apartment. As promised on entry she noticed the couch had full bed coverings including a sheet, a quilt, and several pillows. He walked her through the hallway to the bedroom in the back of the apartment, the room was totally sparse except and elegant wrought iron bedframe, and matresses on top of it. He layed her on the bed, and left the room, He came back with covers and said, “My name is Tyler”, she responded “I’m Marion……Are you going to rape me?”, Tyler chuckled, and he said, “No, I’m going to love you, and that’s much worse.” Little did he know that statement very well might apply to both of them. He put the blankets at the foot of her bed and left the room.
He truned on some light music from a little stereo he owned, he played something from the band “Low”. He couldn’t sleep for a bit, but eventually faded to slumber. A few hours later he awoke to Marion squeezing on the couch with him. He pretended to sleep, and once she was settled he put her arm over Marion’s stomach.
He awoke to Marion leaving, he had so much he wanted to say. He felt that someone had just disembowled his emothions. He said nothing, becuase he had no idea how she felt. He hoped that she would be working tommorrow his next shift.

We lived in the city. I had lived there since graduating from a private University, the option was to go back home to the folks, or to get an immediate job and work towards something better. I became a server at a semi upscale restaurant, where the business people rolled on in a lil before five, to stuff themselves with fourteen dollar appetizers, martinis and imported beers. I had a nasty attitude about them with the other servers. I was polite to them of course, but as soon as I was in the kitchen I would make jokes about how they were getting plastered so laying down with their wives tonight wouldn’t be so bad. I really thought I was a witty guy. One night a lot of that changed. I was finishing up my shift I can’t passing someone who was sitting on the racks of soft drink boxes that feed into the carbonation machine. Their face in their hands. I asked one of the servers, “What’s his deal”.”I think she just got dumped or something, she’s been crying like that for an hour, someone’s covering her tables for an hour.” I approached …Marion, and I asked what was up. And could then here gentle sobbing. “I just want to be alone, just LEAVE”, “Woah, hey now  What’s up do you need anything?”. She quit crying, and she looked up at my face. her eyes were a little swollen from crying, but she was gorgeous, despite it. “Look, I can start doing my closing duties in a minute, and I’m outta here”. I suddently became aware that I was a “shift leader”, or some imaginary title that supposedly gave me power but no raise. “Oh no don’t worry about it, I’ll get those taken care of you, you have a car or a ride home”, she let out a single sob or a sign, I’m not sure which. “I..I walk.”, “Alright I’ll give you a ride home, you stay here, I’ll get everything taken care of”. I walked away into the dining area, and found my buddy Jimmy, he was from Boston, but you could only tell when he said “car”. “Hey Jimmy, you need some extra cash”, “Hell yea…err”, he paused realizing customers were around. “You do my closing and the new girls I’ll give you ten bucks”. “Dude, ten bucks?”, “Alright, 20″. “Sounds more like it, you do my closing tomorrow?”, “Don’t push it”,”Alright, Alright”.

I made my way back to the kitchen to find Marion and she wasn’t where she had been sitting I glanced around and didn’t see here, I hollered at a chef “Where’s the new girl”, he pointed towards the back employee exit. I ran out the exit. She was walking away from the restaurant through the massive parking lot. “Hey I yelled”, she didn’t respond. I ran after her. “Hey what’s up, I’ll give you a ride home, no big deal.”, “I don’t want to go home.”, “Oh where are you going?”, “I don’t know”, “Well why not go home?”, “I hate my room mates”, “Well you need a place to sleep, or somewhere to be”, “Just leave me alone” tears started to stream down her cheeks, though her facial expression was as stoic as I had ever seen. “Look this is weird I know, but you could sleep at my place”, “What are you some kind of creep”, “No it’s just that turnovers bad, and before you…quit serving tables, you were doing well, and I’ll sleep on the couch, I sleep on the couch anyway”. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU”, she screamed then slid to her knees bowing her head. At first he thought she was crying but she wasn’t. Apprehensively he bent down, grabbed one of her arms and slid it over his shoulder.He assisted her to his car, a beat up, 1987 Grand Marquis.He placed her gently. In the passengers side. He closed the door, and drove them to his apartment, he would glance over now and again, and just be calmed by her beauty. It was on the third floor and it was difficult to assist her walking to his apartment. As promised on entry she noticed the couch had full bed coverings including a sheet, a quilt, and several pillows. He walked her through the hallway to the bedroom in the back of the apartment, the room was totally sparse except and elegant wrought iron bed frame, and mattresses on top of it. He laid her on the bed, and left the room, He came back with covers and said, “My name is Tyler”, she responded “I’m Marion……Are you going to rape me?”, Tyler chuckled, and he said, “No, I’m going to love you, and that’s much worse.” Little did he know that statement very well might apply to both of them. He put the blankets at the foot of her bed and left the room.

He turned on some light music from a little stereo he owned, he  played something from the band “Low”. He couldn’t sleep for a bit, but eventually faded to slumber. A few hours later he awoke to Marion squeezing on the couch with him. He pretended to sleep, and once she was settled he put her arm over Marion’s stomach.

He awoke to Marion leaving, he had so much he wanted to say. He felt that someone had just disemboweled his emotions. He said nothing, because he had no idea how she felt. He hoped that she would be working tomorrow his next shift.

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