Her name was Martha and on Mondays she comes alone. The first thing she - always - does is washing her hands at the sink on the left of the entrance. Then, she would walk steadily to the counter to order two cups of hot cappuccino - one for her, one for her fiance. I know it's for her fiance because once she happened to talk on the phone and saying a guy name, Rod, passionately. And that's it. Two cups weren't that much a waiting, so it won't be long until she disappears. See you tomorrow, Martha. Sometimes I wish she would lose her balance and spill the coffee so I could help a bit, but I guess she's better than that.
The rest of the hours was uneventful, until the sun went down. The Blue Hogs were supposed to be playing tonight, but it's already 8.00 and not even their most punctual member, Brad, the bass player, was there. As the result, some drunken gentlemen in suit stepped to the stage and started their own show. At first, I thought it would turn out to be a disaster, but it's quite good actually. All was alright except for the dude on drums who fainted after a 6-minute solo at the end of the show.
"Ben, we're closing. Heh."
That was Vince. Well, I guess that's Monday. I hope the next Monday will be better.
P.S. Martha didn't wear a skirt today. Tell me why?