Monday, February 15, 2010

Bethanyisms (Stranger From the Past)

The line was long, as it usually was at the Gandolfo’s Delicatessen on a weekend night. I, then 21, was stationed at the cash register and my boss, Mr. Gandolfo himself, was next to me working the potato salad scoop.

We had a pretty efficient system and the line was moving smoothly.

Until it wasn’t.

“Don’t I know you?” the handsome, scruffy customer asked. He had just ordered the South Hampton with bacon.

Hmmm. “I… don’t… think so?” I replied.

“No, I swear. You look very familiar to me. Do you go to UVSC?”


The line of customers behind him began to grumble. My boss gave me the move-it-along-woman look so I gestured to the next customer. “Welcome to Gandolfo’s. What can I do for…”

“Now I remember!” the scruffy customer gave his finger a satisfied snap. “You’re that girl! You know, the one without a shirt!”

I felt the blood drain from my face because I knew exactly what he was talking about. All of the thirty customers in line fell silent and gaped at me.

“Bethany?” my boss asked, a concerned furl to his brow. As long as he’d known me, I had always seemed so innocent, so virtuous. And I absolutely was! How on earth was I going to explain myself out of this one?

Especially after what I said next...

(to be continued)


Nicole said...

I can't wait to hear the end of that one! So you know what is funny, my aunt Jan is a Gandolf. Her brother must have been your boss because he is the one that owns the franchise and started the whole company. Small world.

Jessie said...

What happened next? What happened next?