One night, I see a couple police officers come in, probably to feast on some of that high quality gourmet steak, only they didn't. They went to talk to the manager who then turned and pointed at me. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights standing there with dirty dishes in my hands. They escorted me to an empty banquet room where they placed me under arrest and walked me out in cuffs. My career as a professional slop waitress was crushed in an instant.
It's hard to break old habits. My insecurities still creep to the surface and I see myself as I was when I was much younger - and for no fucking reason at all. It's like subconsciously I am always waiting and searching for some clue as to who's going to screw me over next so I can beat them to the punch.