Conversations Between Two Night Shift Waiters...

Tonight I met Rachel... Actually I met her three months ago in Hoboken on a long drinking night with Allan and Brian. (See more of the details later)The thing is I was sooooooooooo plastered that I had forgotten the pretty dirty blonde that sat next to me with the greyish blue eyes and firm figure. So totally forgotten that I contrived my sitting next to her on the platform. To be honest I saw her come through the turn stiles. I noticed her all black ensemble, (A dead give away for someone that waits tables) and dirty shoes and knew instantly that she would be someone I should talk to while waiting for the train... So like a hawk I followed her every step until she found herself a comfortable spot and I made my move. I walked deliberately down the platform like a man on a mission and sat but two feet away from her. At the time she was reading a book trying with much deliberate effort to keep awake. I made no effort to hide my gaze. I waited for her to look up to which I smiled gently and asked... "Long night?" She returned the gesture with a toothy grin and said "Yes. It started out great but fizzled out waaaaaaay too early." I thought to myself, "Now I have someone to keep me from drooling all over my shirt and if I play my cards right we might even chat it up on the train ride home..." Strangely enough it came too easy, there were no cards to be played... "I know you from somewhere," she said. "I don't think so," I said. To which she ran down a litany of clubs and bars, none of which seemed familiar to me until she said... "You came in with two other guys and left them to eat..." Then it all came to me like a bolt of lightning! I did meet this girl, how could I have forgotten? It had to have been the Bacardi 151... (never again that traitor!) From then on the conversation just flowed. Effortlessly we talked of the long hours at work and the lonely commute home. We spoke of learning new languages just to communicate to the kitchen. We dabbled in restaurant fashion and how black is the new black! (I doubt the popular unifor color will ever change) No awkward silences... A very interesting conversation. I tried desperately not to check out her physical features. This was too good to let my libido get in the way... I looked in her bag to keep myself from looking down her blouse and saw a book- Drowning Ruth. Sounds morbid, but morbid is interesting. My curiousity peaked I asked, "What are you reading there?" genuinely concerned... She pulled out the book and I took a picture of it. Maybe I wasn't really taking a picture of her book, but more of her mind. I like to think you can tell alot about a person's intellectual and emotional state by the types of books they read. "I like psychological thrillers, it gets my mind all worked up." Hmm interesting reply. Sounds like a possible serial killer. She's cute though.

Our little conversation was cut short as the train came to her stop. "I'm really glad we talked, you made my train ride home so much shorter," I gushed. "Yeah me too," she said. "Hopefully I'll see you on the platform again and we can continue our talk," I said. "I'll be looking for you," was her reply. "Hey I never caught your name," she said. "Red, nice to meet you. I never got your name..." "You never asked... It's Rachel." "Rachel," I said under my breath as she walked out the door and looked back in the car to wave good night. And just like that she got off of the train and I was left with but a pleasant memory and a picture of a book to let me see what lurks in her mind.