“Sweets are my weakness. I enjoy drinking a bit of sweet juice especially if it’s got a bit of a kick.”
Maria didn’t know how to take that. Was it just a bad double entendre? Was she saying something else with that? Maybe she’s just a freaky bitch. The last thought turned her on. She kind of hoped it was the last.
“So, how was your day?” asked Maria.
“Not bad. Spent most of the day going over documents for this closing I’m going to tomorrow. My client finally has everything settled to get into the house. It’s been a nightmare for them to get the closing done on this house so I’m just going over everything to make sure everything is straight. I’ll be glad to see things finally done. How was your day?”
“Phew. It was good but busy. I had one of my stylists, Victoria, she came in with her dog because it was sick. I try to help out my girls but I can’t have a dog in the shop all day. So she comes in with her dog and she has an appointment right away, and we’re stacked. Booked solid for the whole day; so I can’t send her home. This little dog. Oh my gawd.”
“So, you let the dog stay in the shop?” asked Juanita.
“Well, for this first customer. And the dog starts yapping. Like this high pitched, annoying barking. And I’m’ like Victoria, take care of your dog. And she’s like she’s gotta go out. And so this little bitch, the dog, not Victoria, has to go outside and Victoria, the bitch, is elbows deep washing this customer’s hair. So I’m at the front, greeting customers and cashing them out; so I’m looking around like what the hell am I going to do about this damn dog, and one of the other customers she’s like I’ll take her out. And I’m mortified. But I don’t see what I can do, and Victoria is like Oh, thank you. Thank you. So, the lady takes the dog out front and we can see her out the front window and the dog does its business on a little patch of grass in front of the sidewalk. No problem. Lady picks it up with the little doggie poop bag. No problem.”
“So, the customer takes the dog out. Problem solved?”
“That time. But see the dog had diarrhea. That’s why Victoria was late, her little shitpoo dog was pooping all over the place. So not 15 minutes later. The little shit starts barking again. To tell you the truth I had forgotten about it; that’s how busy we were.”
“Why didn’t you send the girl home with her dog?”
“Like I said. We were busy and I had forgotten about the dog. So the dog had to go out again and the other lady was now in her chair and Victoria was still dealing with her customer. So there was enough of a lull that I figure I can take the little shit machine outside and be back in quick. But stupid me I don’t want to be out front with this pooping dog for all the world to see so I figure I’ll take it out back.”
“You’re not a dog person, I take it.”
“I’m not a pet person. I know people love their pets and God bless them but it ain’t me. You have a dog?”
“No. I live alone and am out too much to own a dog.”
“Good. So I take the dog out back. But there’s not a lot of grass out back. It’s like an alley. So the dog starts sniffing around but not doing anything. I’m getting impatient because I got clients to get back to and I’m waiting for this dog to shit. It’s sniffing around and whining at me and I’m thinking well if you have diarrhea you should be ready to go, don’t look at me. Finally, I figure out I should be on the grass and take the dog over to the bushes area out back and she does her business.”
“Ladies, your drinks,” said their waiter. He put down the drinks in front of the respective lady. “Are we ready to order?”
“Oh, I haven’t had time to look through the menu,” replied Maria.
Page 1, Page 2, Page 4, Page 5, Page 6, Page 7, Page 8, Page 9, Page 10, Page 11
Page 12, Page 13, Page 14, Page 15, Page 16, Page 17, Page 18, Page 19, Page 20
The Author Stew webpage - Stories & Poems 