It was a standard Wednesday.
It was an interesting Wednesday, to say the least. I stood at the counter as I just arrived and did what I usually do in the back to get ready. Put my uniform on.
Put my hat on; it says I'm ready for work. Stood at the counter and waiting.
It was quite an eventful day. People came in, got what they want, drank.
Sometimes they would come back to the counter; sometimes they had to go fetch it as they called in a order.
Generally it depends on the day but this was quite an interesting one all the same.
Although all the colleagues are well here, it was Tim as usual.
He was just flitting around in his bushy brows, looking menacingly annoying as you can ever imagine. He always had a smile on his face, which wasn't a bad thing; it was just that he was quite annoying.
What happened after that was a strange moment: The door opened and in walked a brunette. She had a striking appearance: grey eyes. I can't quite describe what she was wearing; it was a patterned dress, very business-like, and brown leather boots. I guess I can understand the appearance of the boots. (GIRLS IS BOOTS ARE HOT)
For some reason the place went quiet and all I could hear was the clack, clack, clack of the boots as she got closer. It appeared as though she was looking at me and I was looking back and this seemed to go on for quite a while. Her facial expressions stayed pretty much mute. She didn't say anything but just stood there. She put a hand on the counter and started tapping her fingers, that's when I sort of knew I needed to say something. I said, "G'day, what can I get you?" and I stammered a little because I was quite nervous. Not an unusual happening for me, I'll be honest. I do get nervous like everyone else but this was a strange moment.
She just stood there staring at me, tapping her fingers, and she ordered a double expresso to go . I rushed to the back, not too far back, just to the counter where the machines are to make the coffee.
She took the expresso, handed to her, I took her money, and she smiled and said, "Don't make me wait; I need this coffee." She left. I watched her go the whole time, ignoring three other customers, which got me scolded, by the way. My manager wasn't happy about it and Tim, of course, had a good laugh. I really need to pluck his eyebrows.
It wasn't long after that that Tim and I were standing at the counter, waiting for the end of the day to come. Just getting close to 5:00 and that's when our shift would end. He began to ask questions: "What are you spaced out about?" I saw you staring, staring; see someone you like perhaps?
All I could do was say, looking right at his face, "I'm looking at your eyebrows; I really wanna pluck them." I said something of quite a serious expression, to which Tim just smiled and laughed: "Always my eyebrows. Why my poor eyebrows? Leave them alone, whatever they've done to you!" In a very dramatic tone he said so.
I said in reply, "What a drama queen! Please go mop a floor or something!" Which was funny because I'm the one who ended up taking a walk to go mop the floor just to get away from him. That was my usual escape: mopping. You'd think: strange, right? But no, anything to get away from that idiot.
When 5 came we let the night shift in. They started from 5 and went on to whenever. I really never really paid attention to their shifts because ours were different. When we were on nights we started at 4; when they were on it started at 5. I never knew why this was; I never asked. I was just a worker then.
The smell of coffee would have attracted me and the fact that they sell booze, and on the odd occasion I would have a glass myself after work. Today was not one of those days. Today I decided to go home and think: three beauties and one idiot! Maybe this week wasn't a complete waste! I would go home thinking about this and wondering what tomorrow would be like. If today was this interesting?