Story #18 is based on true events. Names haven't been changed because I hope ol' Ruby will stumble upon this blog someday and remember...
Ruby’s voice was made of gravel and Virginia Slims. She would wake up at noon and stomp around the restaurant during the lunch and dinner rushes, muttering to the servers and cooks as she walked past. “Thesoupshouldbe…” her indistinct voice trailed off as she passed by. “Anddon’tforgetto…”
I snickered with the other servers behind her back. She was cracked, o...
Published on March 10, 2016 08:34