Daydreaming: A Bus Girl

Daydreaming
Fancy cars; elegant, yet somewhat extravagant dresses; and the coat tails were as long as the Golden Gate Bridge. There were more sparkles and sequins than you could ever imagine. The heels women wore were as high as skyscrapers. Each pair were different, I had never seen the same shoe twice. I guess they never got caught in black and white Converse because everyone has those. The men were dressed in nice tuxedos or suits depending on the occasion with bow ties usually. The way each guest walked in reminded me of a red carpet entrance, you know the kinds you see on television. This pretty much summed up the place where I worked.
I walked down the city streets each day on my way to work. They were long and treacherous in the winter. The extra tight black leggings rubbed against my lifeless legs. I could feel the weight of my bag digging into my right shoulder. My worries wore on as I walked the 6 blocks to the restaurant. How did my hair look? Was I going to spill the drinks on anyone today? Would anyone be upset with me? My head spun with questions as I walked down mysterious alleys and sidewalks in my black pumps. I should really get some nice walking shoes. I worked the night shift. The streets were dark and cold, which made me eager to get to work. As soon as I got there, I took off my wool-lined trench coat; knitted scarf and ear muffs; then got right to work.
There were giant chandeliers hanging in the foyer as you walked through the front doors. This restaurant was the type where rich men would bring their women to swoon them. I saw proposals and overgenerous gifts given to women all the time. Tiffany & Co bracelets, necklaces, watches, you name it. Some things were totally outrageous, ...

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... lazy and almost no one came in except for grungy, old semi-truck drivers. I was a bus boy, or bus girl to give myself the credit of being a girl working a boy’s job. My job was to clear each table in a hurry and keep up with the dirty dishes. If we had a busy day, I was swamped with dirty tables and dishes piling up like a sorority house. My days were infrequent; you never knew what was going to happen. Some days I work mornings and others nights. I longed to be promoted to a waitress. I had been working at this small town diner for over a year now. It was time to chase my dreams, but first, I would need to stop day dreaming and start going after what I want. Maybe my dream would come true someday. Someday I would be getting out of this town and off to the big city, somewhere to expand my knowledge and hopefully be something more than just a bus girl.