late for work_(0)

“Miss, could I be seated in the smoking section?” I asked as I waved down a waitress.

Normally I would stand there and wait until someone waited on me. But, I wasn’t in the mood for that. I had so much fucking shit to do, that I didn’t want to waste one minute.

“Sure thing, follow me.” The lady said as she picked out a table for me.

I sat down and lit a cigarette. I blew the smoke out of my nostrils and sat back in the chair. The smoke felt good as it went into my lungs. But, coming out was another story. I coughed so damn hard, I was actually wishing that I wasn’t a smoker. Why is it that those first few cigarettes in the morning are so harsh? I can smoke all day without coughing one bit, but those morning cigarettes drive me crazy.

“I’ll take two scrambled eggs, wheat toast, and some home fries.” I said to the waitress after she asked if I was ready to order.

“What would you like to drink?” She asked.

“I’d like black coffee.” I said as I handed her my menu.

“I’ll be out with your order shortly.” The waitress said as she walked away.

I got on my cell phone and called my boss. Usually she calls me, but this morning she didn’t. The phone rang and rang. No one answered the phone.

The only thing I could think of was, she was out drinking all night long. I’ve often wondered if she has a drinking problem. She is always out drinking and picking up men. All kinds of men, black men too. She says that once I have tried a black cock, I will crave it forever.