**Warning: these entries may be graphic and, hopefully, frightening. Keep in mind this is merely fiction. No humans (or animals) have or will be harmed in the production of this blog. All names have been chosen at random and are not meant to represent anyone, living or dead. Any similarities are purely coincidental**
10/9/13 11:15 PM
It seems that cosmic forces (if you believe in that sort
of thing) are aligning to support my endeavor.
I was so pissed off about my stupid schedule. Jack stuck me on a Wednesday night close which
is usually dead as dirt plus no tips but fate, as it seems, has a sense of
humor. There I was, explaining to yet
another pseudo-vegetarian the difference between the vegetarian plate and the
vegan plate, when Natalie strolled by. I can’t decide if I love it or hate it
when she’s the hostess. Every time she
breezes past me, I catch a whiff of her perfume and it’s intoxicating. I know it sounds corny but there’s no other
word for it. But I digress….Natalie has
nothing to do with what happened tonight.
The funny part is that I was so angry about closing
because I wouldn’t be able to follow Dick when he left his office. I’ve been trying to find an alternative to killing
him at home. Damn him and his gated
community! Well, as luck would have it,
Dick happens to be a semi-regular customer.
Once or twice a month, Wednesday night just before closing he comes in
with a lady. He tips the hostess extra
to have a seat in the corner, far from the windows. Let me just reiterate how much I hate those
people who deliberately show up fifteen minutes before closing and then order a
ten course meal. That alone is a good
reason to put Dick in a body bag but he treated Ashley, his waitress, like
dirt. So, apparently he’s a douchebag in
his personal life as well as professional.
Everyone else had their stations closed but Dick and his bimbo were
taking their sweet time. After some
pleading, Jack agreed to let me leave even though we still had stragglers. I was in my car and ready when Dick finally
exited the restaurant. At first I
assumed the woman was his wife but they drove straight to the Motel 6 on the
outskirts of town. No one takes their
wife to Motel 6 if the live in the same town!
I’ve got that dirty S.O.B now. Now
that I know where he’ll be, I just need to figure out how to do it. I wonder if that Ricin stuff from “Breaking
Bad” is real. I definitely need to do
more research!
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