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| mickthesick |
Posted
on 24-Nov-03 03:25 PM
.Life has never treated this guy well. H e has too many complaints against his life and the way he's been treated throughout.
"Do you need anything sir?" the waitress asks.
He is so lost in his thoughts that he fails to hear the sweet voice of that beautiful waitress. The waitress doesn't know what the guy's been thinking but waits patiently for him to regain his lost consciousness. But waiting too long would cost her few tips that she could gather by serving other customers. So she says it again,
"Do you need anything sir?"
"Oh yeah ! A cup of lemon tea please and a glass of black label" the guys orders, after regaining his consciousness as the waiter speaks a little louder near to his ear.
"Sure ! I'll be right back" the waiter says with a confused look towards this person.
The order seems quite weird to the waitress. Who orders a lemon tea and a glass of black label at six o'clock in the morning? That's what she thought, apparently.
She is back with a cup of lemon tea and a glass of black label on a beautifully decorated tray of silver. She puts those on his table and after glancing carefully into his dizzy eyes, she asks again
"Anything else that I could do for you this morning..Sir !"
"You would not have those chocolate covered creamy bagels by any chance, do you?" the person asks with the most polite manner that the waitress would ever expect.
"No we don't. But we do have the strawberry apple mixed pie made just this morning.....it's very fresh" she apologizes and provides with an appealing option to the customer.
"Alrighty then...I'll have one of those" says the guy and smiles at the beautiful waitress.
"Okay sir ! Your order will be here in a minute" she smiles at him, turns around, and leaves towards the register.
The guy looks around at the people in the restaurant. There are all kinds of people there and of every color that one could imagine. In the heart of New York city, the restaurant seems to facilitate the needs and tastes of people belonging to every ethnicity every country every race, and every taste.
"Here you go sir !" the waitress says and puts the freshly made strawberry apple mixed pie on the table and smiles at her customer.
"I appreciate that" the guy says with a smile.
"No problem" says the waitress, turns around, and leaves.
Our guy enjoys the lemon tea and bites the pie after every sip of the lemon tea. He seems to be enjoying his breakfast in much better way than the other customers. There are a couple who seem to be fighting in the next table. Our guy looks at them and smiles. And again goes for another sip and a bite.
After he's done with the tea and pie, he cleans his hand with the napkin. He wipes his mouth. Then he proceeds to drink the black label. Every sip of the drink seems to provide him extra happiness as his smile become bigger and bigger with every additional sip.
He finishes his drink. He gets up, corrects his tie, shines his shoes on the back of his both legs, tucks his coat, and moves towards the register. As he reaches the cashier's, he puts his hand inside his pocket and takes out a revolver. He raises his revolver up in the air and yells at his lungs
"Alright everyone ! Nobody move !!"
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| ugly duckling |
Posted
on 24-Nov-03 04:00 PM
dude... who knows what's going on in your head. At least I can't figure it out from your writing.
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| mickthesick |
Posted
on 24-Nov-03 05:48 PM
."I said nobody move" he yells at the person on the table in the right corner of the restaurant.
Our guy turns back to the cashier. He takes out a napkin from his left pocket and wipes his sweat from his forehead and puts the napkin back into his pocket. He looks around again just to make sure that nobody is moving.
"Okay Lady !" he tells the cashier, and continues "I would like to talk to your manager"
"But he's not here right now" the cashier says in a trembling voice.
"Now don't give me that shit...pick up that phone and dial his number...i know he's inside his office" he says to the lady in a commanding voice.
"Okay" she says and dials the number.
After a minute or so the manager comes in front towards the counter. He looks at our guy and our guy is happy to see the manager sweating. Our guy looks at the manager and smiles, and says
"You did not call the police. Did you?"
"No. I didn't" the manager replies and swallows his saliva.
"That's what I expected" our guy says.
He turns around and looks at all the tables and it's peoples. Nobody is moving. He smiles and looks back at the manager, and yells at his lungs again
"I just want to tell you all that nothing wrong is going to happen here. I won't shoot anyone"
He looks around again and yells
"I repeat I won't shoot anyone...I am not here to kill anyone"
"What do you want?" the manager gathers his guts to ask this question.
"Nothing" says our guy.
"Then why are you doing all this" asks the manager again.
"Call the police" says our guy.
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| mickthesick |
Posted
on 24-Nov-03 07:36 PM
.The manager looks at our guy with a blank look. Our guy gets irritated and yells at the manager,
"Didn't you hear what I said? Call the manager"
The manager is scared and looks at our guy and says in a polite manner,
"I am the manager"
Our guy re-evaluates what he just said and thinks over it. Then realising his mistake he looks at the manager and says politely
"I meant to say call the police"
"But why would you want to do that?" the confused manager asks.
"Listen pal ! This is not a hollywood movie okay.....the robbers in hollywood movies don't want the restaurant managers to call the police....but this is real life pal !...and I am a real life robber...and I want you to call the police" our guys says with utmost politeness.
The manager remains silent and presses the numbers on the phone. Within a few minutes there are fifteen police cars outside the restaurant. The snipers come out of a mini-van and they run in all directions, and take their respective positions.
One of the police comes inside the restaurant with his arms up in the air. He comes in and says to our guy
"I am unarmed and I am here to negotiate"
"What are you a business-man?" our guy asks the police.
The cop does not know how to answer that question. He keeps his hands on the air all the time, moves slowly forwards, and after a few steps he stops.
"Okay ! What do you want?" the cop asks.
"Lisa ! I want you here" our guy yells again.
The people in the restaurant look at each other. Maybe they want to find out who among them is Lisa. One of the ladies in a table who seemed to be very frightened, stands up and moves towards the counter. Our guy looks at her, and says politely
"Ma'm ....not you"
The woman backs off and sits on her sit. She wipes her sweat with her shirt's collar.
Our guy looks inside the counter area, gives a good look at the beautiful waitress who served him just fifteen minutes ago, and tells in a soft voice,
"Lisa !....I just asked you to come here"
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| le chef du nuit |
Posted
on 24-Nov-03 07:54 PM
is the dude gonna die before lisa gets there?
do we never get to hear why he did all this?
is this why its an untold story?
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| mickthesick |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 07:20 AM
..Lisa moves around the counter area and comes out at front. She stands in front of our guy, scared and worried. Our guy looks at him and says,
"Do you still have some of those strawberry apple mixed pie?"
"Yeah" the beautiful waitress Lisa answers with a pretty shaken voice.
"Could you bring me two?"
"Sure" she says and moves inside towards the kitchen.
After a minute she's out with two strawberry apple mixed pie on a beautifully decorated silver tray. Our guy smiles at her, and grabs one of the pies. He then points to the cop standing there and says to Lisa,
"The other one is for that gentleman"
Lisa goes to the cop and tries to hand the other pie to the cop. The confused cop says
"I don't like pies"
"Have it. It's unlike any pie you have ever tasted. They just made it fresh this morning" our guy says politely.
"No. I would rather not" the cop refuses.
"Have it. Afterwards you could tell your wife what a great pie you had today. You could even get the recipe and take it home so that she can some more for you" our guy says politely again.
The cop takes the pie and starts enjoying it. Our guy also enjoys the pie. After finishing the pie, he looks at Lisa. Lisa quickly hands him a napkin. Our guy says,
"Now you are a smart waitress. You know what I want even when I didn't say that"
"Thank you" Lisa answers.
"How was the pie" our guy turns towards the cop and asks.
"It's pretty tasty" the cop answers.
"I told you" our guy smiles at him.
"Now what do you want? " the cop asks.
"Call Michael"
"Michael? Michael who?"
"Michael Williams"
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| hansy420 |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 09:39 AM
is this fact or fiction?
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| mickthesick |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 11:14 AM
.."Okay" the cop says and talks to somebody in his walkie-talkie.
After a minute or so of conversation he puts his walkie-talkie right back attached to his belt. He looks at our guy and says,
"He'll be here in ten minutes"
Our guy smiles at the cop. He looks around to everyone in every table. The cop looks around too and speaks in a loud voice
"Everyone please be assured that everything will be okay. Nobody will be hurt"
Our guy looks at the cop, laughs and says
"I already told them"
The cop keeps quiet. For the next few minutes no body moves or makes a noise. There is an eerie silence in the restaurant and people's faces show an anticipation of something bad going to happen. Our guy looks at Lisa and says
"Could you please bring me three cups of lemon tea please?"
"Sure" Lisa repllies and goes back into the kitchen.
After two minutes Michael Williams, the NYPD commisioner chief comes to the restaurant main door and waits outside. Our guy sees him and yells at the door
"The door is open Michael. Come on in !"
Michael enters the restaurant slowly. He comes in and towards our guy, the cop and the counter.
He looks at our guy and says,
"I am unarmed. Now what do you want?"
Lisa arrives with three cups of lemon tea on a beautifully decorated silver tray. Our guy picks up a cup and points to the cop and Michael, and says to Lisa
"These two are for the two gentlemen"
Lisa goes to the cop who picks a cup and to Michael, who refuses it. Our guy looks at Lisa and says,
"I forgot Lisa that Michael doesn't drink lemon tea. You can have that one"
Lisa comes back towards the counter and starts sipping the lemon tea with shaking hands and trembling lips.
"What do you want?" Michael asks.
"It's not what. It's who?" our guy rephrases Michael's question.
"Who?" Michael asks.
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| Doctor Bee |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 04:34 PM
:: prays :: PLEASE do NOT make this a bad ("Khate") ending... ;-)
Doctor Bee
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| mickthesick |
Posted
on 29-Nov-03 11:49 AM
......Sorry to the readers of this story....
My internet connection failed for a week so I could not add anything more to this story....I have my connection back...so I will continue it again after some time.
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| NELL |
Posted
on 29-Nov-03 09:46 PM
SOME PEOPLE HAVE TOO MUCH TIME IN THEIR HANDS DWELLING 24/7 IN SAJHA....
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| mickthesick |
Posted
on 30-Nov-03 02:45 PM
.Our guy looks at Michael and stares at him for a while and says
"I want a national news channel right here right now....I don't care whether it's CNN or FOX or ABC....."
He looks back at Michael again and then looks outside the window of the reastaurant. There are literally hundreds of radio stations and tv stations covering this incident from outsided the restaurant in the streets. Everyone outside in the street seems to be anxious to know what's going on inside the restaurant.
Michael Williams looks at our guy with a "okay ! as you say" kind of look and then goes out of the restaurant front door and straight to one of the national news chhanel's news reporter.
He comes back with one of the hundreds of reporters outside.
"Here you go. I have a reporter for you now. Now what?" says Michael.
"Again? You are wrong again Michael" says our guy.
"What do you mean?" Michael asks.
"Why do you keep asking me Now what? Now what?" our guy asks.
"Because I always think you want something more"
"Yes I do. But you always ask the wrong question"
"What do you mean?"
"You keep asking Now what? "
"So?"
"It's not WHAT that I want. It's always WHO. Get it?"
"Okay ! Now who?" Michael rephrases his question and asks.
"I would like you to call Kimberly" our guy demands.
"Kimberly who?" Michael asks.
"Kimberly Williams" our guy speaks softly glaring at Michael's eyes.
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