It was an interesting afternoon.
A customer called the restaurant claiming he left a backpack with a bomb in it.
The manager said “what?”
“You heard me, bitch” the caller hung up.
The manager tried to find out the number through the operator but couldn’t. He called the RCMP.
The RCMP showed up, shocked that the restaurant hadn’t been evacuated.
“It was a prank” the manager replied.
“You have to be the stupidest person I encounter,” the RCMP snapped. “If there is a caller claiming to have a bomb you evacuate the store!”
I was just returning from my 15-minute break when Devy stepped in front of me. Her mischievous grin made me wary. “How are you, Becky?” she asked.
“Oh you know, I am doing awesome. Smelling like your grandma!” I chuckled. Devy said my lotion reminded her of her grandma. Ouch!
“how are you?” I hugged her.
“Oh,” she hugged me, “I am awesome. But Becky, you haven’t said hello to Johnny yet!” she stepped aside so I could see Johnny. Johnny was leaning on the kitchen prep table. I was trying not to notice how attractive he was. His muscles, his smile. His eyes. Johnny glanced over at me. he smiled. He hadn’t been working regularly, today was the first time I had seen him.
Suddenly every one of the kitchen staff was watching Johnny and I. what!
“No” I murmured. “Not yet”
“Say hello to Johnny” Devy teased. “He missed you. Hey papa”
I burst out laughing. Devy was so incorrigible! “Hey Papi” I purred.
Johnny turned so red, he had to turn away from me so I wouldnt see the grin on his face.
I burst out laughing. “Johnny doesn’t like it when I flirt with him anymore,” I told Devy.
Devy, Ange and Heidi laughed. “Well, its because his wife works here now,” Ange told me. “You know that!”
“Yes Johnny thinks I am being so inappropriate and doesn’t like it when I flirt.” I pout. “Here you guys are encouraging me to flirt with him. He will tell me no”
The kitchen crew burst out laughing. Johnny just hung his head and sighed.
“Maybe if you offer to babysit his baby. Babysit Georgina!” Devy suggested.
Johnny’s head snapped up. “Oh Becky are you going to babysit for me?”
Suddenly I had not so innocent images of seducing poor Johnny while his wife worked.
Good Lord, I hoped my expression wasnt as nasty as my thoughts were.
“Of course Johnny” I patted his arm, “if you want.”
The girls laughed.