Short Story - The Man in the Restaurant - Grant Eagar

To order my books:

 Angelica: The Princess and the Pig  

Henry and Sophie: A Steampunk Adventure 

Sheila the Vampire: Dancing with the Enemy

Prompt: Full Grown Man with his hat on backwards

 

The Man in the Restaurant

James, a full-grown man, grown quite large. He still had the notion he was a teenager, which at 40 looked rather odd. He still wore his john deer tractor hat on backwards and had his jeans pulled way down so you could see his boxer shorts which sported a camouflage hunting pattern.

He smiled at his waitress and tried to wink at her but he had never mastered a good wink so he looked like he was wincing in pain.

The waitress, a red headed woman in her early thirties put down a glass of water and silverware stuffed in a napkin, rolled her eyes and pulled out the note pad. “What can I git fur ya, honey?” He smiled brightly and tried another wink at her. “Are you alright?” she asked.

Since the winking bit was not working, he gave her a toothy grin. “I was just thinking of what you can get for me. Are you busy tonight.” She nodded and gave him the stink eye. He changed his tack. “Ah yes, I’ll have the bacon and eggs breakfast with a cinnamon roll and hot chocolate."

She took the menu and glowered at him. “I’ll have your hot chocolate out in a minute.” She turned and walked back to the kitchen.

He removed his gum and applied it to the bottom of the table then wiped his nose with the back of his hand and rubbed it off on his pant leg. He spied four teenage girls in a booth nearby. He st up straight and tried to look cool and sophisticated. He pursed his lips and pushing his hat back showing the ragged haircut his mother had given him.

The girls gave him the once over then offered him their best creeper-be-gone look and turned and laughed at him.

The waitress came back and plopped the hot chocolate down and walked away without saying a word or making eye contact.

He sighed and watched her leave then picked up the hot chocolate and put it to his mouth, it was too hot. He spit it out and cursed then put the cup down and took a drink of water. Did all of humanity despise him today?

He glanced up and his eyes widened, a woman in her late thirties lumbered into the restaurant. The sun was shinning on her blue hair and it seemed the angels were singing, she wore a tie-dye tube top too small and tight cutoff jeans. She spit tobacco into a nearby ash tray and smiled at him with her remaining teeth and waddled up and sat at the bar stool next to him.