My sales are still good, even though Tropical Storm #16 (soon to be Tropical Depression Nicole) put a crimp in things today. The owners are being nice to me now, and frankly, it creeps me out. Tomorrow the prospective buyers are supposed to come to the restuarant for a sit-down. Everyone keep your fingers crossed...
T.S. 16 had me a little down earlier. My friend's parking space is only partially covered, so even if I park there, I will still have to sleep in the cab. But, if I back in, I can open up two windows that should stay sheltered, thus allowing some fresh air. Soon, maybe I will buy a tarp and play with rigging it for bad weather. I just really don't feel like it tonight. Did my laundry, paid a parking ticket, sent off payment for my storage, and right now I just want to enjoy a couple happy hour beers with plenty of reggae.
A couple postings ago I said something about people getting in their own way. That the universe unfolds exactly as it should, and you get what you need when you don't want what you haven't got. I don't know, that happens to me a lot. Today I had to pay a parking ticket because tomorrow it becomes 30 days old, and instead of costing $18, it would cost $45. But the place closes at 4:00, the same time my shift ends. The owner told me it closes at 5:00, but I knew he was lying to get me to stay until 4:00. I told him I needed to leave at 3:00, and I needed my tips before that. He owed me enough to pay the ticket, but I didn't have enough cash to pay it.
Around 1:00, a couple came in looking for the owners. They were French, and they came to have lunch with the owners. Uh-oh, when these people eat they don't want to be interrupted, and they take hours. At 2:30, the plates had been cleared, but they were still sitting, and I didn't have my tips. 2:45, they get up and start to tour the restuarant. I have to run around to get them the keys to the rooftop lounge so they can see that while I am finishing up my couple remaining tables. I've had $1 in cash over tips today, and it is 2:55. I'm getting a little frustrated, but I figure things work out.
The French guy comes walking up to me, hand outstreched, gives me $20. The two top who I gave directions to the clerks office so they can get married leave me another $10. I tell them I might see them there because I have to pay a ticket, all my tables are closed, I'm out the door at 3:10. Got to the post office and sent my payment, made it to the clerk's office before 4:00. Didn't see my newlyweds. Now I'm having happy hours beers, listening to Ziggy Marley, and talking to my favorite Israeli bartender.
Life is good, and things always work out if you let them. Nevermind about keeping your fingers crossed.
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