Ballet

Wake up. Lunch.
Uniform on – black pleated pants, white shirt and combat boots shined black to disguise them as dress shoes.
Check-in. It’s 12:30pm.
Open door, wave hand out – an invitation to step outside into the brave new world.
“Hello! Welcome to…”
“Don’t scratch the paint! I left it on park! It doesn’t like the sun! Let’s go babe!”
“Of course Sir! My pleasure (pee my pants with it actually)!
Tool.
Again.
“Hello! Welcome to…”
“Hi, just want to be sure. Tips are optional right?”
“Of course! (So is paying taxes and being a good human being!)
Cheap.
Again. Sell the smile this time.
“Hi, hello! Welcome to…”
“…the worst night of my life and would you believe it, she asked to come back?”
“Uh, sir?”
“Keep it here, I’m only running in”
Of course! I love blocking the entrance at my workplace.
Dinner service – here come the big bucks.
“Good evening! And Welcome to…”
“…”
“(Incomprehensible gurgle)”
Wow. She. Was. Beautiful.
Come on now, final ticket.
“Good evening! Welcome to…”
“Hey buddy, do you need reservations for this joint?”
“Yes!”(The owner likes to think of the place as more of a “tapas bar” but joint will work)
Aaaaaand here they come.
Quietly hands me the slip.
“Have a good night sir!”

Check out. 330am.
Dinner. Get in bed.
Uniform is still on.