~ The Restaurant

I ran into this restaurant full of people, and told this white old blonde woman in her late 50s “I am sorry I didn’t meant to be late, I am here now”. She looked at me and told me “Good lets get you starter, let me get you a side pocket” referring to that lap apron that you place your ticket book. I was dressed with black pants and white shirt. The funny thing was that I saw myself thin like I used to be long time ago and with slick long black hair tie into 2 pony tails on each side.

The white woman came with the apron but it was not what I thought it could be it was a white napkin with silver spoon, folks and knife like glued to it. She tucked it on my right hip and said to me “you are ready”. I saw the room across and there were nothing but old and middle age men that look like homeless men. I approached these two man at a near by table to offer some coffee and one of the man had his half-rotten leg lying on the table. I was shocked at first to see his leg in such a bad condition. I recover my posture and I served the other man his coffee and then I asked the man with the rotten leg “Do you would like some coffee?” he smiled and placed his leg down and said, “Yes, please”.

I went around taking food orders and offering coffee to everyone. Apparently, I was the only waiter on this place and I did not see the white blonde woman anymore. Woke up and wonder-”Why I dream of this when I don’t like to work at a restaurant at all”. Who Knows?