I had just gotten out of class, and was headed to one of my part-time jobs at a local restaurant. I was running late, so I was driving a bit more erratically than I usually do. As luck would have it, I didn’t get too far before being pulled over by a cop. I didn’t have time for this, so I pulled down my shirt to show a little cleavage, and mentally prepared myself for some serious flirting.
The officer was about six feet tall and looked like he was probably in his 40s, with hazel eyes and curly brown hair—he was a handsome man, to say the least. When he approached my car window, I batted my eyelashes a little, and used the sweetest voice I could muster up to talk my way out of this ticket. It didn’t work as well as I thought it would have, because he slapped me with hefty fine. My day was officially ruined—or so I thought.
I finally made it to work 10 minutes late, and I was not in a good mood. The restaurant was emptier than usual, and I spent most of the night kicking myself for being careless enough to get a speeding ticket. It didn’t help that the tips that night were beyond lousy, probably because my service was less than mediocre. At around 11 p.m., one of the other waitresses came over to tell me that a customer was requesting me personally. She pointed to a gray-haired man wearing a suit, sitting by himself—he must have been at least 60. I rolled my eyes and pretended to shoot myself in the head with my finger. This was the last thing I needed.
I braced myself for the witty banter that I was going to have partake in. “I’ve been watching you since I got here,” he said. “Why does a young, beautiful woman like you look so miserable tonight?” I ignored his question altogether and asked, “What can I get you, sir?” I had a feeling this old man was just looking for someone to talk to and my shift was over in an hour—I really couldn’t be bothered.
“I’ll take any beer you’ve got on tap, and 24 bone-in Buffalo wings. And keep ‘em coming,” he answered. I turned to walk away, but he wasn’t finished— “And a smile from the pretty lady to brighten up both our days.” Surprisingly, his comment actually worked, because I found myself smiling from ear to ear. He reciprocated with a warm smile. I wasn’t really sure why, but all of a sudden, this old man became a lot more intriguing…