“Are we keeping you?” The old drunken lady asked.
Andy was livid.
“Of course your fucking keeping me! It’s 1am, the restaurant closed at 9 and you’ve been the only people here for the past 4 hours!”
Sadly for Andy, he didn’t say that aloud, he dare not say that to an actual customer, for fear that the boss would find out.
He hated these people, he hated them with the power and intensity of a thousand suns. If he could, he would take the silver drinks tray and beat them to death with it.
But he couldn’t.
Well, he could, but he wouldn’t. He’s not a murderer, but god damn it he hated these people.
They were probably very nice, if he met them socially he was sure they would be a hoot. But he didn’t meet them socially. He was stuck in this crapy restaurant serving them until they decided to leave. He eventually replied to the old woman.

“No not at all.” He lied while smiling the best of his fake smiles.
“Can we get another bottle of red then?”
“No problem, right away.”
He really hated them, but he kept smiling.