dancing with waitresses

spending the time on the boat up until then had been completely normal. there were the big rooms with the games and the flashing lights, and there were the huge indoor rooms with that smell of freshly washed walls and vacuumed carpets. but everything that night was about to change.

we all went to the big room for dinner. it was a big room, with ceilings that you couldn't fathom and long skeletal rooms that had the walls coming down and arching over that made you think that it was some kind of cavern in the belly of some big ocean beast or a sleeping giant. the waitresses were cute and friendly, young, and fun to dance with after the party. the food was decent, but I didn't finish anything as usual and had a big styrofoam container holding about half of the food I had ordered. I think it was this and the fact that I hadn't spent very much money at all that set off the next series of events.

it was after dinner, and I was dancing with two waitresses. (I had just found my ipod in a puddle of beer and was cleaning it, taking that clear cover I had put on it, lotta good it did, using my shirt, it had a thin white, flaky residue on it that came off with your fingernail. I was going to get one of my wipes to fix it when I got home) they kept steering me away from the hottest ones so that I would keep dancing with them. I'm not complaining, 'cause they were cute and fun to dance with. but then it really was closing time and I went to go pay for my food. up till that point I had avoided spending much, probably mostly by having my drinks bought for me. it had been a while since I had eaten.

I signed the paper and started walking out, but I saw that a waitress had went to our table and picked up my styrofoam container and was headed for the trash:

"hey, wait, I want that! hey," she just smiled a big fake, toothy grin, "hey wait, that's mine, stop" she kept on going, she threw out the food. "why would you do that?" that big toothy smile was really starting to wear on me, "didn't you hear me what's your problem?" she didn't seem to even be aware that I was talking to her "fine I'm not paying for it then" did I forget that I just signed? maybe I didn't sign yet "why would you do that". and I started walking down one of the huge corridors of the ocean vessel, one that had the walls going up, up, up and the floors with carpeting that made my drunk head spin. I couldn't really talk straight at this point and I remember slurring a little.

as I walked down the corridor, there was a tall, important looking man with a clipboard and a plug in his ear. the busboy was telling him the situation and he was listening. he looked at me and started walking "I'm not paying for that food",

"fine, " he said

"or I want my food and then I'll pay for it,"

"cook it yourself"

"me? you want me to cook it? the kitchen is closed"

"then wait until you get home, your wife will do it for you"

as he was walking, he looked straigt ahead, and I really hated this person.

the paper had said that he was a true gentleman, and another had said that it as his handsome irish face. me, I thought that the old father was a f-cker and wanted to ...