Diner; 50-something waitress. Doesn't like you, you look like a college kid.
Order, get coffee while you wait. Get sugar/cream squared/finally cool enough to drink. "Freshen your coffee?" (pours without waiting).
She knows, just fucking with you.
Clink! from the kitchen window (that's your food).
Clank! plate on the table, some orange stuff spills. This is choreography, setup for the rancid bar rag ... with which she returns after about 3 minutes, just when you thought it's safe.

Picks up plate (you started eating)., "Here, let me get that for you!" smears spilled orange crap around the table, drops plate back.
You start eating, feel owned.
~3 minutes pass~
She reaches around you from behind, presses old lady boob into your shoulder, pours more orange crap onto your plate from stainless steel gravy boat. "Everything good?"  (you nod)



"Bon appetit!"

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