Thank you, Daddy." You're welcome, Honey."Mom took my hand and we made our way up to the kitchen.I knew there was room for a table but hadn't realized...how much there actually was. The table was oak and there were six chairs around it. Two on each side, one at either end. The chairs were oak, as well. The four on the sides were similar to your standard oak rocking chair only they had stationary legs. The end chairs were shorter with arms and padded in red vinyl. There was a napkin holder filled. But, ugh, of course she is going to tell Eric, and then Eric will tell her about me, and I’ll seem like a catty bitch that spilled her drink on her on purpose. I’m the bitch. Me?!? Okay, so maybe I am a little. And that makes me feel like crap. Because I’m sure she’ll think I am so petty and now I will have this awkward war with her at work. Ah fuck, it is late again. I got to get to bed. I have to be up early again and work a fucking double shift. I couldn’t say no to ‘Mr. Manager of the Month. I look hot. No, I’m not a waiter. I’m actually a manager at one of Boston’s top hotels. I deal booze to the rich and powerful and make a bundle. Yes, rich people get high too. I’m just providing them with what they need. It’s just business. I know what you’re thinking. This guy is such a stereotype. A Haitian-American manager at one of Boston’s top hotels is actually the shady employee who does drugs while on duty. Chill out, folks. I don’t do drugs. I don’t smoke and I don’t drink. I believe. Ifyou were a gal like us, you would be just about right."Now everybody was looking at me. I heard a lot yes why nots and maybes.I rang the tip bell and said, "In case you haven't noticed, I am builtthe wrong way. The top is too small, the bottom is okay and the middleis too big. Plus I am hairy in the wrong areas."Bobbie came back with, "What about Halloween two years ago? You gotthree offers for marriage and one for four month cruise in Tahiti."I responded with, "And they were bombed out their.