Don’t Make Me Kick You

Kick!

I certainly don’t enjoy repeatedly stepping on someone’s foot or kicking them in the shin every time I walk past their table. However, sometimes these things happen and they simply can’t be avoided. Well, actually, it could be avoided if that someone would just keep their fucking legs underneath their table instead of out in the goddamn mother fucking aisle.

I wait tables in the dark. It’s true. I have developed a keen cat-like vision that allows me to navigate through a crowded room with only the tiniest bit of light. I cocktail in a cabaret venue, so the only lights are the ones that are focused on the singer. Yes, it would be nice to have a special or a spotlight that followed me so I could see where I was stepping, but that’s just not how it is. I deal.

Last night, a woman at Table 3 seemed unable to keep her legs anywhere other than the lone aisle that I have to walk through in order to get to every other table in the room. She was wearing black pants and black shoes and when you take into account that there is no light, you can see why it was easy for me to kick her three or twenty times. You would think that after the first time I accidentally stepped on her toe she would have some thought mechanism that would tell her maybe she should move her feet out of the fucking way. She had no such thought mechanism.

After the show was over, I was walking in the aisle and I tripped on her enormous feet. Again. I stopped and said, “I know I hit your leg a few times during the show, I’m so sorry.”

That was her cue to say something like, “No it’s my fault. I have no manners and don’t respect you at all and coupled with my abnormally large feet, I have been a nuisance to you all night. Please forgive me.” Instead she said, “Yes, you hit me three times. The third time’s the charm, do I get something?”

Bitch, I hate you.

I laughed my fake ass laugh and said, “I know, I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t see. And this is the aisle. That I walk in.”

She countered with, “Well, my friend didn’t want me to have my feet under the table because I was kicking her, so I had to put them in the aisle.”

Excuse me? Her friend is just sitting there and not walking. And why is this woman kicking her friend? Does she have restless leg syndrome or some involuntarily tic that makes her leg bounce around?

“Well, this is the aisle though. I have to walk here.”

Then she asked me where she was supposed to put her legs. What the fuck kind of question is that? You put your fucking legs under the table and deal with it. If I had my druthers, I’d have them both amputated at the knee and then shoved up her ass, but I suggested that next time she sit cross-legged Indian style and then laughed my fake ass laugh.

“Oh, well maybe ten years ago I could have done that. But not anymore.”

Like I really expected her to do that. It was a joke. And looking at her, the only thing she could do ten years ago that she can’t do now is control her bowel movements.

I gave up. Show over. Scene complete. Don’t care. I hope she had bruises on her knees from me hitting her all night, but she probably didn’t. Her knees are more than likley all calloused from the bathroom blow jobs anyway.

15 thoughts on “Don’t Make Me Kick You

  1. ChiTown Girl

    You are so fucking hilarious!!!"If I had my druthers, I'd have them both amputated at the knee and then shoved up her ass." I should be embarrassed to even share this, but this line made me pee a little in my pants. Literally. (Hey, I'm old!)

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  2. Writer Revisor

    I've been carrying a tray of cocktails before, and managed to trip over a man's gigantic feet in the aisle. The cocktails spilled all over his wife, and caused a gigantic scene. His reply? "Learn to walk a little better next time". Sigh. I feel ya.

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  3. Bouncin' Barb

    Only when someone gets seriously hurt and I pray it's not you will management then think about a floor lighting system or something? That is so friggin dangerous even for the the patrons who might have to get up for an unexpected bathroom break. I've seen some serious trips in broad daylight in all kinds of jobs. Be careful.

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  4. leia

    OH MY god. i would have kicked harder each time. with PURPOSE to leave bruises. i punch people who crowd surf when i'm at a show and guess what? they're feet hit my head so i punch their face.sorry you had to deal with yet another bitchy person <3

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  5. Anonymous

    I will never understand how after the third kick, people still don't seem realize their legs are in the way. I also love women who put their purses between the chairs, especially on round tops, making it very difficult to reach the table to place food or pour wine. Well, it would be difficult if I didn't just step up on their purses. God knows how many lipsticks and tampons I crushed.

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  6. Under-Medicated

    LOL Bitchy! I wonder how the hell she still has “Friends”. She should just be glad you are not wearing stilettos and punctured her foot!

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  7. Jenny

    OMG YES! This never seems to be addressed! I’m so tired of coming up to people with food, only to step on people’s toes because they want to stick them out like an octopus having an electric shock.
    I think they feel a sense of entitlement because it’s like, I can stick them wherever I want and you have to go around. However over here in Britain people never mention it when you hit or stand on their feet, so sometimes I’ve stood on people’s feet waiting for a reaction, but one never came. 😉

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  8. Laurie

    I step on peoples’ feet all the time and I do not care if it hurts.
    If you MUST sit with your legs apart straddling the chair and airing out your crotch, you will be receiving some well placed ankle kicks from me sans apology. I’m carrying a freakn tray that weighs about 40lbs and guests expect you to ninja your way to the table.

    I adore the look on their faces when I hurt them and watch them sullenly put their godamn feet where they belong. It’s a promise I wont be walking UNDER the godamn table

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