Today I started work at about 4:30. oh. and I'm a waitress, that's important to the story. So, I started work around 4:30pm and one of the first tables I had was a group of teenagers. I don't mind serving teens other then the fact that they rarely tip, but that doesn't bother me to much. But tonight's group was smirking when I brought their drinks. I figured it was probably my cowboy boots or maybe the "John Deere Girl" belt buckle. I brought their food and then some more of them came and joined the table. I was wiping the table beside theirs and I could see with my peripheral vision, and hear with my normal ears that they were talking about someone and looking at me. And then I turned to look at them and they whipped back to their food. Whatever, I can take a few random teens snickering at me behind my back. After all, I did spend 8 whole months in a high-school proudly calling myself a drama kid. But I'm still a girl and self consciousness slid in and made my mouth ask my co-worker "Do I have anything on my face?" to which she replied with "nothing unusual." so I went back out to the table gave them their bills and said goodbye.
A guy I hadn't worked with showed up then, around 5, and we chatted and then he went to the kitchen. Table after table came in, and I felt a little off. I messed up lines and I felt like a zombie. I blamed the Sinatra - Kelly musical marathon my friend and I held last night till 3 and then rising at 9 this morning only to make it till 3pm on black coffee, a bowl of cereal, a hard boiled egg and a vitamin water. finally 8:30 rolls around and I'm clearing my tables and trying to get my side duties done so I can leave on time, when..... doors open and 4 new tables walked in. On girl was on her break and the other was already taking the orders of two previous tables so it was up to me. Plaster on the stage smile, quick run through of the lines "hello, how are you this evening?" blah blah blah. I seated the tables and I couldn't help but feel like every single one gave me the tiltedheadslantedeye look. as in "What a peculiar young girl". But I was so tired I payed them no mind after telling the other girls about the tables and I went on to do my cash out. In the office two of the guys I work with were talking, but even though they were talking to each other, they kept looking at me as if something about me was different and they couldn't put their finger on it. 9:15 and I was finally in the staff room getting my things from my locker. I grabbed my shirts from my bag, walked into the bathroom, changed, looked in the mirror and then...
I was the one giving me the weird look. I leaned in closer and under my eye on my cheekbone was a black speck hopefully chocolate, but it was there none the less. And then I thought of all the odd glances from people, snickers behind my back. Not one of my co-workers had thought to tell me through -out that 5 hour shift, that I had food on my face. They had noticed something but they said it just looked like a spot or a mole on my cheek.
I have worked with half these people fore 4 and a half years and the other half I've known for at least a year. None of them knew that I didn't have a mole under my eye. or anywhere on my face for that matter!!!
It was an entertaining night for everyone else, I'm sure. But on the drive home, I was thinking about it and something hit me. Tonight, my evil twin that I don't know about could have kidnapped me and taken my place-- and no one would have noticed. What is our world coming to? *shakes head. lights go down. walks off stage.*