The Memorial

I huffed and puffed and tried to not let my temper run away with me. How dare she look me dead in the eye and tell me “No.”? This was not a super special restaurant where you had to be a celebrity to get in, and even if, I should count as one even if no one would be able to recognize unless they ran in certain circles. Nevertheless, this was just an ordinary place. They should have a spare table at any given moment. Sure, it had an awesome location and people flocked to get in - but still. Why did she have to be such a bitch?

I looked at the receptionist again, putting my most charming smile on my face and slid a stack of 100 Dollar bills across her small desk. “Are you sure there’s no table left? Please check for my name again, I’m sure you’ll find one.” But all she did was look annoyed. “I already told you, Sir, there’s none and I don’t care what your name is or for your money. You’re a nobody.”

The muscles in my neck coiled at that insult. A nobody. I don’t expect everyone to know me on sight, after all, I only came to this neck of the woods on special days. But still. Why do people have to be so rude? I looked down at my shaking hands. Snap her neck. Walk over her corpse. Find my own fucking table. So easy. Instead, I inhaled deeply. “You’re going to regret that.” I glowered at her. She looked bored. “I’m calling security now.” …