He’s late again. Did I not say seven o’clock? Yes, I did say seven o’clock and here it is ten minutes after and he’s not here. I don’t know why I expected him to be on time. I don’t know why I even asked him to come.
Two years ago he asked me to marry him. Two months ago, he told me that he wanted to slow things down. He said that he needed more time, and more space. I’m just wondering, if two years aren’t enough, then what is?
How dare he stand me up like this? Doesn’t he know that everyone is looking at me, wondering why I am sitting here alone? Even worse, they’re probably feeling sorry for me, thinking that my date didn’t care enough to show up.
I’ve had it! I’m not going to take this from him anymore. I’ve waited around for him for the last time. He thinks I’m just going to wait around for him forever. Well, he can think again.
“Are you ready to order ma’am?”
“I’m still deciding. By the way, what time do you have?”
“I have 7:30.”
“Just a few more minutes, please.”
Thirty minutes late. What is he thinking?
Maybe he got stuck in traffic. Maybe he was in an accident. Maybe he’s called and I just didn’t hear my cell. Where is that phone anyway? Here. Nope, no new calls.
That good for nothing dog, he’d better hope he’s been in an accident. If not, maybe I could arrange it. “Uuggghhh.”
“Ma’am, is everything okay?”
Oh man, did I do that out loud? “Oh yes, everything’s fine. I was just looking at my cell phone and discovered that I’d forgotten to send in my payment. No biggee. Everything’s just fine.”
Idiot. Why can’t people just mind their own business. At least he showed up for his date. I guess I can at least give him that.
Oh, here comes that pesky server again.
“Ma’am will you be requiring more time?”
“No, I’ll take the grilled chicken platter to go.”
“Yes ma’am. Would you like a dessert to go also?
“The death by chocolate cake sounds pretty good.”
“I highly recommend it. I’ll have it ready for you shortly.”
Highly recommend it What’s that supposed to mean. Men! There goes his tip. What is it with the male species anyway? Do they actually think that women should bow down to them and cater to their every wish?
“Julie? Hey, sis. How are you?”
“Well, Pastor Jenkins, it’s so good to see you. I’m doing great. How are you?”
“I’m wonderful. I just brought my wife out to dinner to celebrate our 40th anniversary. She’s already sitting down, and I’ve arranged for a bouquet of flowers to be delivered and I wanted to make sure they knew where to bring them.”
“Well, isn’t that sweet. The world is a better place because of men like you. I’m glad we happened to run into each other, I’ve been meaning to ask if there’s anything around the church that I could help with.”
“As a matter of fact, there’s a men’s fellowship breakfast coming up and we could sure use more ladies to serve.”
“Well, I’d be glad to help, anything to be of service. Ya’ll have a nice dinner and I’ll see you Sunday.”
“Okay. Bye sis.”
What a sweet man. I bet he’s never left his wife waiting for him to show up. I guess there’s got to be at least one good one out there.
Finally, here comes my dinner.
“Here you go, ma’am. I’ve got everything packed nicely for you, and here’s your check. Have a nice night, and come back to see us.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I guess he thinks some nicely packed Styrofoam boxes will get him a nice tip. Ha! Men. Oh well, I guess this date’s over. Death by chocolate, here I come.
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