Today work was dragging on and on and I was so depressed/hung over/sad/wanting to go home. Just when I was about to lock myself in the bathroom, I looked up to see
walking through the door.
It made me so happy. He was tall, much taller than I thought, and nice and he was wearing a sky blue jacket and he smelled like baby powder.
We have to ask for people's names at my work, so when we call out the orders they can come pick them up at the counter. I pretended to not know his name and said, "So, what name should I put on the order?" innocently. He looked back quickly and said, "Jack." I smiled.
Just as he was sitting down the song that had been on ended and my boss prompted me to put on more music. I was suddenly nervous to DJ for a musician and his musician friends, but I went with something solid, an old standby that I can always feel good about-- Girl, You Know It's True by Mili Vanili. My coworker hissed at me "What are you doing?!" just before Jack and his friends started to groove, haha. It was a good moment.
For a little biscuit shop, we get a lot of musician types coming through. Last week I sent Brit Daniel from Spoon to the back of the line (haha) and girls from Sleater-Kinney come through on the regular. Also guys from the Shins and other miscellaneous musicians make occasional appearances. Biscuits = musical skills, you heard it here first!
I spent the rest of the day hoping Jack would swoop back through and take me away, but he must have gotten lost or something because he didn't show up. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
Oh, and he bussed his own table.