Cocaine Princess here.
I could tell by the sound of her voice it wasn't good news. She pulled one hand out from behind. It was Nemo! 'You found him?! Where was he?!' The hostess handed me the water filled plastic bag containing him and began to explain. When I left my table to go to the buffet one of the busboys thought a customer left him behind and decided to leave Nemo with the manager. As for my plate of food being missing, she didn't have an exact answer except for maybe another busboy may have came by to clear my table (despite my plate being full of piping hot food) when I went and informed her about Nemo being missing. 'Tell the busboy thank you so much for leaving him in a safe place and thank you.' 'My pleasure,' the hostess replied.
I was relieved and could now enjoy my lunch. Although the people sitting at the table near me were eating sushi and kept eye-balling my pet. I became concerned when one of the individuals pointed at Nemo with their chop stick. I moved him out of their view in case they had any weird ideas.
I finished my lunch pretty quick and decided to skip on dessert. I wanted to get home, Nemo was looking a little pale. Then I remembered the shooting and my car being locked in the garage. The whole incident slipped my mind. I was pre-occupied with my missing fish. I had no choice and needed to kill time so I decided to have dessert and took Nemo with me. Yes some people were staring, mostly the ones who were filling their plates with sushi and crab legs. When I saw the crab legs I couldn't help but be reminded of an incident:
A few years ago I was staying with Valentina over a long weekend. One night she was hungry for a midnight snack. Most people when they have a midnight craving will raid either the refrigerator or the pantry looking for something to fill their hungry stomachs. Perhaps they'll make a sandwich from leftovers or stick their hand in the cookie jar or eat a slice of pie and wash it down with a glass of milk. Valentina not being like most people decided the only thing that would satisfy her craving were crab legs. It was 2am and she woke up the chef requesting he make her the meal along side a casear salad. I decided on a bowl of chocolate ice cream. Valentina wanted me to have a bite by convincing me crab legs was similar in taste to eating chicken. 'It doesn't smell like chicken,' I told her. 'Just have a little bite,' she replied back shoving the plate in my face. I turned my nose away and shoved the plate back in her face. 'I don't like seafood.' 'How do you know if you haven't even tried it?' she asked. 'I have so tried it. I once ate some fish and it was horrible,' I replied. 'You ate some fish and didn't like it so you decide to swear off all seafood?' 'Yes.' Maybe it wasn't cooked properly?' 'It was at your house Valentina. Your chef prepared it,' I told her. 'What?! When?!' she asked. 'Think back many years ago, Labor Day weekend,' I answered. Valentina stared off into the distance trying to remember and she did. 'Oh God, that's when you vomited on daddy's shoes.' 'I vomited because of the fish.' 'You were eight years old. You haven't eaten any type of seafood since then?' 'Nope,' I replied back. It was true. I haven't had a bite of any type of seafood delicacy since. I don't think I ever will.
I was eating dessert when the hostess came by and asked if everything was alright and if I needed anything. I told her about my car being locked in the shopping mall garage. She said she would call the shopping mall's administration department to see if the mall had re-opened. She heard about the mall being on lock down from some of the other customers who were also waiting for the mall to reopen. After several minutes she came back and said, 'the mall's reopening within the next hour or so.' And once again I did something I had never done before and it's probably not what you think.
To Be Continued.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
