And she didn’t belt him for saying that to her?
But no. She was smiling, gesticulating with her hands, and with every move, her overly endowed, surgically enhanced breasts jiggled in her low-cut blouse. Had she not heard him say it? She had to have heard it. I heard it, and I wasn’t nearly as close to him as she was. Whatever. Why should I judge, right? It took all kinds.
“Can you bring that tray for me?” Brenda was looking stressed trying to get drinks and food out to some of her tables quickly.
“Sure thing.”
I did a quick balancing job and meandered through the crowd with a load of beers and frosted mugs, following Brenda. We served the tables, and I handed her the empty tray, since she was going back to the kitchen, and headed back to my station.
Man, I’d like to tap that.
“Excuse me?” I frowned at the starting-a-beer-gut-backward-hat-wearing-still-living-in-the-glory-days (which had clearly been back in high school) guy I’d just passed, sure that he’d been the one to make the rude statement.
“What?” He looked defensive.
“What did you just say?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
I stared at him a moment longer, shook my head in disgust and moved on. Guys these days were real assholes. The bar was a stage, and I was the one-person Greek chorus, reporting on what I was watching, maybe even predicting things that would come as they played out before my eyes. There was just such a lack of respect toward fellow humans in general. It was no wonder we were so polarized politically, and going broke financially, as a nation.
After that guy’s comment, it was like a dam broke, and I was hearing all kinds of rude comments like I’d never heard before in my life. These comments were from men and women alike, and I was having trouble containing myself and being the professional I’m paid to be. I continued taking drink orders and washing up glasses during lulls in service, all the while wondering why the hell people were all deciding to take off the gloves at once.
I’d like to ride you, cowboy.
I bet you’re wearing a thong.
Can I be your Mr. Tonight?
He has pretty eyes. I like his smile. That was a nice one.
Sweetheart, quit acting so desperate and keep your girls caged in a shirt that actually fits. That raised my eyebrows, but I didn’t see anyone looking upset.
What do I need to do to fuck you tonight?
This guy reeks. I chuckled because I knew who the stinky guy in question was. I’d caught a whiff of him myself.
You’re not that cute, but I’d fuck you for a ride in your car, Dr. Tim. Don’t be obvious or anything.
Get your fake tits away from my man, bitch. I thought that one was going to cause a fight between some women, and I was already looking for Charlie and Billy to warn them, but all I saw was two women and a man, standing together and laughing over some joke, just having a nice conversation.
The random comments grew to a dull roar until I had trouble distinguishing one comment from another, yet I looked around and no one was actually saying what I was hearing.
Yeah, right. Of course you’re an actress.