Back again from my sporadic mental travels to return to my non sensical scribbles for the FF gang held together with the Gorilla Glue that is the wonderful Rochelle. Not sure what sort of nonsense I’ll come up with today, I’m going to sit on it for a few hours as I wonder the streets off some god forsaken step ford housing estate in North Worcestershire, maybe some diabolic inspiration will possess me.
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
“You take the jerk dressed as Fucking Christmas and I’ll see that Motherfucker in the cap”
Tim whispered to Dawn.
Working tables for peanuts during the pandemic while customers muttered targeted profanities under their masks, mainly at Tim and Dawn; his stutter, her arse. People were so goddamn impolite, no respect.
Tim neared Baseball-cap, smiled, leant over to take the order, slid the knife from his apron, smoothly, and lanced his throat.
Dawn politely asked Christmas what he desired; sprayed sulphuric acid into his face.
Light shone through the window dancing in the crimson tide, pooling on the cheap lino
So there we are, manners don’t cost anything and you should probably remove your hat when you go out to eat, 100 words innit.
The Count Of North Clifton 
red baseball cap mooooody …sh1t man boogie. don’t do it man! see personal email
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Thanks, see personal email reply.
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I imagine a few people who have waited tables have had these sort of fantasies.
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Anger management counselling might have resulted in less terminal consequences. Hard to see how they’re going to walk away from this one
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Dear Shrawley,
I’ve waited many tables in my time and understand the frustration. However, their responses might have been a tad extreme. Eeeew.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I sense caps being doffed in appreciation of your story, all over the world. Great when the punishment so totally fits the crime, huh?
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Hey you’re back! Hadn’t spotted you for a while. Glad to here from you, thanks for reading
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LOL. Then what? Interesting story. 🙂
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Maybe they’ll get off?
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You’ve highlighted one of my biggest hates, people wearing hats indoors! I’m not sure that I’d ever deal with it in quite such an extreme way though!
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I love a hat, but indoors…
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Oh! My word, I think I’ll avoid that restaurant! Dangerous place.
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I would!!
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You were right about being possessed by ‘some diabolic inspiration’. Truly gruesome – darkly funny. I loved your closing image by the way.
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Thank you, most kind. My government makes me feel this way. It’s sad
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And they look like such mild-mannered wait staff. You took Chuck Palahniuk’s idea from “Fight Club” and did a ginsu with it. Masterful end stroke:
“Light shone through the window dancing in the crimson tide, pooling on the cheap lino”
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Wow thanks! I didn’t consciously take the fight club idea, but I guess I’m in good company
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You’re very welcome.
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