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always the waitress

always the waitress
Written by Cathoel Jorss,

I saw a couple come into the cafe out of the sun, I have seen them before. One woman has a sour aspect and it is difficult to get her to return a smile. Her smile, when it comes, has a difficult, painful quality as though vouchsafing it hurts her in some way. The other is blonde, plump, pliant and yielding. When the dominant woman sits down, the other goes up immediately to order, turning back to ask or ascertain some aspect of the other’s wishes. “You are always the waitress in your relationship,” I thought, watching the woman pay, collect her change, and sit smilingly down. Her partner, who had already had the opportunity to become absorbed in the paper, and whose choice of cafe, I imagine, this might be, got up to go to the bathroom and it was fascinating to watch the blonder partner change. She lost her smile and drew out her phone and became absorbed in something of her own choice, seeming altogether a more serious person. This is her moment with her feet up once they’ve all been fed. We both heard the bathroom door click and she glanced up quickly, putting her phone guiltily away. As the dourer partner reappeared her beloved was waiting, alert, already producing her wallet and opening it, saying something I couldn’t catch, ready as ever to cater to this grumpy child she has settled for to satisfy her cravings for love for the rest of her life.

12 comments on “always the waitress

  1. Brendan Kelly says:

    Yes, it is impossible to know the truth of a relationship by casual, external observation. Smiling faces may mask the most austere circumstances, that the people wish to keep very private. In public. I try to present as a balanced, positive person, yet my life is almost unbearably lonely. I am sure I am not alone in this. One can see a couple and are struck by the thought “They look so much in love”, regardless of their age, and others seem to be expressing mutual indifference. One can never know the truth, without knowing the people. I heard an older woman say to another, over coffee, “Familiarity doesn’t breed contempt. It breeds farts.”

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