"You can't be any worse than Marty."
"I know you're doing this because Greg asked you to."
"Of course that's the reason. If they didn't know you, I'd never have hired you. Frankly, you look like something my dead cat spat up."
"Thanks."
"We speak the truth in these hallowed halls, love. I've seen your look before."
"What look?"
"Don't bullshit a bullshitter, honey, 'cause I'm the queen of bullshitters. What you do at home is not my problem, unless it affects your work. I want you showing up sober. I will not put up with it any other way. Friend or no friend. Do I make myself clear?"
"As crystal."
"You're the boss."
"Don't you forget it, either, mon cher."
"I want a double latte, half regular, half decaf, skim milk and two biscotties, one chocolate, the other plain," said the man in the suit.
I stood there looking at him, like he was speaking gibberish.
"I'll take care of this fine fellow," Hugo said, saving my ass. "You go clean and wipe down the tables.
I picked up the busser tray and went over to the nearest table. I grabbed the cup on the table and put it in the tray.
"Hey, man," said a very annoyed guy. "I wasn't finished with that, yet."
"Sorry." I returned his cup.
It was the start of a long day.
