I saw them from many feet away. They were overweight. One of them was missing teeth. Their clothing was WalMart chic. In the moments between sighting and approaching, it’s amazing the number of thoughts that can go through your head.
“Looking at these fucking people!... Oh, this is going to be a fun table to wait on... Hope their tip is bigger than the number of teeth in their mouth!”
I approached the table with apprehension. Before I even greeted them I decided that they were probably going to realize I was gay, they were going to hate me for it, they were going to complain about their food, want a discount, and ruin the rest of my life.
