Service Slacking

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Where is my dinner?

Submitted: January 20, 2017

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Service Slacking.

 

The service here has definitely taken a turn for the worse. It wasn’t many weeks ago when I’d get service almost as soon as taking my seat. There was none of this sitting and waiting, waiting and sitting. No, things have certainly begun to slide.

 

I can’t help it, I’m going to have to yawn. My eyes want to shut for a while. Chin dropping, swaying as I sit. Jolting awake to find the table in front of me still empty, I’m disappointed. I could have sworn the aroma of food had been reaching my nostrils but it must have been no more than a dream.

 

Perhaps they’ve forgotten me! I don’t even like to think it, but it is a possibility. I mean I have been sitting quietly, patiently waiting for my dinner to be brought in. Maybe a reminder is called for, a quick call of ‘Service!’

 

I can hear a muttered answer from the kitchen; I guess my call was not appreciated.

But, come on! I’m a hungry guy and my empty stomach is turning me into a grumpy guy, too. Normally I’m affectionate but right now my fellow feelings are being overtaken and subdued by starvation.

 

At last! I can hear that clink of a fork against my plate. Footsteps nearing the kitchen door, the door itself opening. And I can smell it, my favorite chicken dish. As my waitress brings the food towards me I lick my lips. All is forgiven! The wait wasn’t really that long. I’ll show my appreciation with a loud purr before sinking my teeth into my delicious dinner.


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