This afternoon I stopped into Dojo's on St. Marks Place for a coffee. The waitress is Jaci, who has ignored my for months, but when I raised a finger for my check, the long-haired brunette said, "My boss isn't here, so there's no charge."
"If I had known that I would have ordered lunch." I loved their fish tempura sandwich.
"Yes you should have, "she laughed and I asked, "Are you working tomorrow?"
"No."
"Would you like to go bowling?" I stood and mimicked the swing of a heavy ball in my right hand.
"I haven't bowled since I was 12. It might be fun drunk, but I can't tomorrow. I have a band practice."
"Tough break."
"Like a 7-10 split."
"I'll see you later." I was disappointed that Jaco hadn't said yes. I liked bowling and I liked her. She caught me on the sidewalk and said, "Sorry, I'm a little cold to men after my last romance."
"Not to worry. Some day we will love again." I quoted from the Searchers song and headed toward the library on 2nd Avenue. It was at least warmer than a love-lost woman's heart.
Later.
I went to work at 5 at Serendipity 3. Andy came by near closing and laughed that I was only a busboy.
"Fuck you. At least I can support myself."
"And that's a good thing."
He waited till I left and we went to drink at the Subway Inn.
The drinks were very cheap.
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