most lacking in substance and the context has escaped me. but then:
old lady kisses my cheek and calls me a sweet girl
(write this)
i remember her. i approached her table apprehensively at first. the crowd at that place was always superior in age and in taste, so it would seem.
she had blondish hair specked with white and sat in a wheelchair. she was small, nails painted purple and her eye colour seemed to be a bright blue for a time.
who am i kidding? i can't picture her face at all. her presence stays with me, however.
we waited in the back and swapped tables from lost bets and wished the others luck with the exceptionally difficult ones.
slapping on a smile became a lot easier than you might think (even for me).
i learned to take some small amount of joy in responding to a harsh remark with a smile; a relentless sorry.
i learned it usually makes the harshness seem so foul.
the exchange extra sweet.
she sat with her daughter and grandson. three orders of the three items void from the stock.
relentless sorries.
i expected the worst but received the best.
sometimes verbal tipping can be just as sweet.
they ordered desserts - out of those too.
i gave them something they didn't ask for.
relentless sorries.
its easy to put on a smile at times but what i feel during each exchange is undoubtedly real.
'thank you so much; have a great day.'
"wait. come here, dear." she said to me.
she grabbed my arm and pulled me in with more strength than i'd expected her to have.
She kissed me on the cheek and her glassy eyes looked like they might explode.
"you are such a sweet girl. Thank you."
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