Original Narrative...

I cant stand these people, absolutely the worst tippers on the planet.  I can't wait for this shift to be over, the smell of cheap cologne and this dreadful elevator music is driving me insane.  I 've served somewhere around 50 people today and only made 10.00 dollars, awesome.  Everyone acts so busy with there smartphones and stock white headphone, tools.  Look at this guy, he's been sitting at the end of the bar for hours, he's had 3 Jack and Cokes.  Looks pretty stressed if you ask me, to be honest he looks like hell, but i've made 9 of those 10 dollars in tips with this guy.

Another one?

Yeah, sure.

I can't believe this, stuck in a goddamn airport at a time like this.  I've been to 4 different states in 5 days, selling to anyone who will give me a meeting.  Needles to say i haven't sold one unit and my flights been delayed for 4 hours because of some tropical storm in South Carolina. I figured getting drunk would ease the stress and make for a smooth planes ride, i was wrong.  I'm in dire need of a cigarette and a shower, but oh well screw it.  It's not like being stuck in this airport is any worst than being home with the she-devil i call my wife.  I mean she literally has to be a close descendent to the devil himself.  Money, lies and infidelity is what it should say on her birth certificate.  Thats why I take these long business trips, just me and Mr. Daniels.

Phone rings (Dont stop believing...) speaking of the devil, hello Janice...

What a sad sad man i married, i figured it would be tough in the beginning and his "strong man" intuition would finally kick in, ha.  He calls himself a businessman, i would substitute weak for business in his case. In a seven day week i wake up alone five of them so he can chase his dream of selling god damn plant seeds to farmers.  Its no bother to me anymore, i've been on auto pilot for years.  I wake up, go shopping and drink wine, works for me.  He told me earlier that his flight was delayed, im sure thats just an excuse for they have a bar here.  I'm sure he'll expect me to be up all night so i can pick him up from the airport, but me and Ms. Chardonnay say otherwise.

When are you coming home? I'm going out tonight so take a cab home




I plan to expand the story obviously but i have been hit with writers block for most of the weekend.  I wrote this friday and just transfered to this blog with some minor changes.  My plan is to get back to the waitress and maybe one more final point of view from my main the businessman (who is the main character)

Thanks to my Dre Beat headphones, yelawolf and fantasy football  for assisting aka distracting me from typing this