Emiko felt sorry for the waiter. He was standing patiently and listening as a angry customer berated him.
“I said TWO lemons in my Diet Coke, you moron. And I know I asked for cocktail sauce with my shrimp poppers! Shouldn’t it come with that? And this food is so bland I feel like I’m visiting my grandmother in the home!”
Emiko snapped the picture, wondering how things would change.
Just like that the shy attentive waiter was now a teenaged girl, barely paying attention as she fired off text messages from her phone with one hand and gesticulated dramatically with her other.
“I’m really sorry, ma’am. You like want me to get you another iced tea?”
The elderly woman at the table couldn’t tell what was happening. She just wanted her shrimp salad and iced tea, but the waitress had forgotten the lemons and brought a fried shrimp platter. She adjusted her hearing aide, hoping to make sense of what was happening.
“Dearie, I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“We don’t got shrimp salad, just fried” stated the teen, rolling her eyes.
“My shrimp salad just died?”
“We ain’t got that on the menu at at all!”
“You gave it to the man who’s tall?”
“Oh my gawd. I’m getting the manager.” The teen stormed out. Emiko noticed that Raquel’s attention was on the table with the teen couple. Now was her chance to get Rick-San back.
She turned the camera on him and snapped the photo. Raquel is now...