On New Years Eve, patrons filled The Olde Flask to celebrate and drown their new years’ cares away. Attending the guests this night was Louis, a 5-year veteran of the waitressing game. He was good at it, and enjoyed what he did.
As he began fulfilling orders and waiting tables this night, he noticed one familiar customer. It was a man always wearing his Armani suit, flashing fancy watches, and always sat with the same group of friends. Louis was very good at listening in on conversation without notice, and had pieced together that the Armani-suited man was a lawyer. After seeing his receipts, the lawyer’s name was Robert Aiken, and he always seemed vaguely familiar.
The lawyer adopted an annoying trait that drove Louis insane. Whenever Louis asked him a question, whether directly to him or the table, Mr. Aiken never made eye contact with him and made little to no communication. It was a sign Louis was unfortunately accustomed to as a waiter, and always felt demeaned and brushed to the side. For those who have worked in customer service, I’m sure you may be familiar.
The waiter wanted to hope that Mr. Aiken had some sort of kindness to him, so he gave him one last chance. Louis walked over to the table, and asked Robert Aiken if he’d like some more sweet tea.
Robert hardly glanced up, and made a shooing gesture with his hand as he looked back and forth from his friends to his cell phone which he endlessly texted.
“Tonight will be the last,” Louis whispered under his breath, then politely nodded and walked to the back. Along the way, he played his game of smiling at customers and co-workers as he seethed hatefully inside. He whispered to another co-worker, one he’d been friends with for a long time, and then walked back out.
As Louis passed by Robert’s table, his hand swung a bit too hard and knocked over the lawyer’s drink, spilling tea all over his shirt.
“Ah, dammit!” The lawyer said in shock, immediately checking his precious phone to make sure it didn’t get wet. “Watch what you’re doing! ” The lawyer’s voice was purposefully loud to draw attention.
“I’m so sorry, sir!! Let me clean you up!” Louis apologized, smiling on the inside.
“Don’t touch me, you idiot! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS SUIT COSTS!?”
“Really, please. Let’s go to the bathroom and I can get some paper towels and get your suit attended to.”
“Fine, just hurry it up. Sorry guys, I’ll be back in a minute due to this idiot.” His anger rose even more at the muffled snickers of his friends.
Once in the bathroom, Louis began getting paper towels to soak up the tea and getting some wet naps to clean the suit. After he was sure they were alone, he addressed the lawyer.
“So, Robert. Do you remember me?”
“Yeah, you’re a waiter here.”
“No, you don’t seem to understand.” Louis stepped closer, gazing fiercely into Robert. “Do you r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r me?”
“....am I supposed to know you from somewhere?” He questioned, getting nervous from the mad look in the waiter’s eye.
“Of course you don’t. You wouldn’t.”
Louis suddenly pulled out a revolver from his apron and put it right to Mr. Aiken’s head.
“Scream, make any sound at all, and your dead,” Louis whispered, then reached behind him and locked the door. “Hold still.”
Louis pulled out his cell phone, dialed a number and stood in silence for a moment.
“Yeah, I’ve got him here.” He paused. “Yeah, the names.” Another pause. “Okay.” Louis slipped the phone back into his pocket.
“Alright, Aiken. You’ve out-stayed your welcome here. You will acknowledge me as a human being, understand?” He put his face right into Robert’s at the last line. Robert timidly shook his head yes.
“How...do you know my name?”
“None of your concern this moment. Here’s how it’s going to go. I’m going to walk you back to your table. You do anything...and I mean ANYthing to signal to your friends that something is going on. Your wife Leslie, and your two kids , little Tommy and Sarah....both dead. Do I have your attention now?”
“Oh, God....” Robert’s heart sank.
“Don’t ask for His help now, you pious little bastard. It’s just you and me now. After you get to the table I’m going to ask you if you’d like more tea again....and THIS time, what are you going to say?”
“Good boy, Robert!” Louis smacked him hard on the head in a mock pat, making the lawyer wince.
“And then you’re going to drink all your tea like a good little boy, aren’t you?” The waiter coaxed the lawyer to a “yes.”
“Alright good. Deviate from this in any way...you know what happens. Mess with your phone in any way....they’re dead too. Let’s get going before anything looks suspicious.”
“I don’t understand....what happens after the tea?”
“You’ll know what to do when I tell you. Now, no more questions, let’s go."
Louis slipped the revolver back into his apron, unlocked the door, then politely gestured for Robert to go first. Everything from there went just as Louis wanted.
Louis asked Robert for a tea, and the lawyer politely accepted. The lump in the lawyer’s throat was huge, and he could only look helplessly on at the table as he waited for Louis bring his tea out.
“You okay man? You look a little flush,” one of the lawyer’s friends asked. “You that mad over the tea?′
“Yeah, heh heh. Just mad at that clumsy waiter,” his words coming out awkward and fake. Robert’s mind raced for something, anything he could do. Maybe he could subtly hint at his friends that something was going on.
Just as he was getting his friend’s attention, the waiter returned with his tea and put it in front of him.
“Oh, by the way we think they might not have put enough sugar in the tea,” Louis stated. “Try it and see if you like it.....and don’t spill it.” He whispered the last few words, then smiled wide for everyone to see.
Nervously, Robert tasted the tea and nodded in approval. After that, the waiter returned to acting completely normal, not dropping any other hints or making any threats.
Just around when everyone was getting their dessert, the lawyer felt very strange, then suddenly realized he couldn’t talk. He felt dizzy, and fell to the floor. Louis was nearby, and came rushing over.
“Sir, are you okay?” He said worriedly. Robert tried to reply, but couldn’t so he pointed to his throat.
“Oh God! He’s not breathing! Back away! I’m certified in CPR.”
Everyone stood back and watched in anticipation as the waiter started the chest compressions. Once he tried mouth-to-mouth, he took an extra second before he sat back up to whisper.
“I poisoned you, and you’re going to die.” Then the waiter returned to chest compressions. He repeatedly did this, slowly getting out phrases one by one to the lawyer.
“My father trusted you, and you screwed him out of millions of dollars. His reputation was ruined, MY life was ruined...all because of you. You were so familiar...but I didn’t care. Until you started being so rude to me. And you didn’t even remember I was his son....and you worked with him every day. This is your repentance, swine.”
Robert’s throat began closing up even more, and he could feel himself starting to fade.
“Somebody call an ambulance! He’s not responding!” The waiter shouted. In one last final attempt of giving breaths, he leaned in close to Robert’s ear and whispered.
“May old acquaintance be forgot. Happy Freakin’ New Year.”ns18.104.22.168da2