“Do you like your job? Do you like working here?” I’m still looking at him, and he drops his gaze.
“Yes sir. I like my job, and I love working here.”
My wife gets our attention. She’s looking at me and confused about what’s going on. She smiles, and God, this smile that I’m gonna miss, and this stupid waiter just ruined the moment. I want to strangle him. This overprotectiveness is not doing any good for me, and I don’t want her to freak out.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I focus back on her.
“What can you suggest on the menu?”
“I’ll order for us, baby. I just want to teach someone a lesson by not ogling at his customer,” I reply while I’m looking at the waiter then back at her.
“I see. Is he ogling at you, bad boy? Well, who won’t when you’re looking good sitting over there.”
Is she
