If you haven't gathered this already, I'm an extremely awkward being.
Awkward things happen to me. I just wake up in awkward situations. I live in them. It's my thing.
I trip over my words, I am given weird looks for acting like a dinosaur in Wal-Mart, I get laughed at by my pastor for doing a ridiculous dance in the copy room, and I text my friends things like, "My feet shrunk."
If there is an unfortunate series of events happening at any given moment, I can betcha they have crossed my path one way or another.
If you didn't know this, I am a hostess at a sushi restaurant by my apartment. The other day, a very distraught woman and her beau walked in for lunch. I sat them at a two-seater table right by the end of the sushi bar which is where I bag all of the take-out orders that come through.
The woman was visibly upset when she first came in and only looked worse as they sat there. I was trying hard not to to hear what they were saying, but from what I could tell, the conversation between the two was SUPER tense.
As time went on, the conversation started getting a little louder.
"This doesn't have to be an all or nothing thing, John," the woman said, "Man up!!"
She kept saying, "Why are you doing this?!"
Louder and louder...
Only two other tables were seated at this time and they were on the other side of the room. The entire time this was happening, I had to keep going and standing next to them to bag orders. The man kept looking at me with these pleading eyes. I couldn't tell if they were Please-Go-Away gazes or Help-Me pleas. Either way, I kept my distance.
After a little more public commotion, they sat in silence and finished their meal.
My guess is it was some sort of break-up deal. I'm not sure.
So my question is did this man bring her to a sushi restaurant just to kick her to the curb? He may have ruined sushi for her forever...
The whole situation was extremely upsetting and awkward. I was not very graceful as I hovered next to them trying to pack orders as quickly as I could. Soy sauce packets dropped to the floor, my hip slammed into a chair as I was walking away, and I even interrupted their exchange to apologize for slamming a cabinet door...
Why, oh why do I find myself in these situations so often?