One day, back when I was working as a hostess at The Hot Spot, a woman strolled into the restaurant looking rather shifty. I cheerily greeted her as she came through the front door, but she continued on past the front desk with not so much as a glance in my general direction. As I hostess, I was used to being ignored by customers and I figured she was just too focused on trying to find someone she was supposed to be meeting for lunch. Discretely following her, I kept a few paces behind in case she needed my help, that is, until she finally came to a stop behind a nearby table.
“She stood there for a few moments, nervously clutching her purse and eyeing the man sitting in the booth.”
She stood there for a few moments, nervously clutching her purse and eyeing the man sitting in the booth. His back was facing her and as she ducked up and down to get a better view of the guy, I thought that maybe she was meeting him on a blind date and she was trying to size up the guy before deciding to take a seat or run out of the restaurant before he noticed. It was weird, however, that the man had only asked for a table for one when he entered the restaurant.
“May I help you?” I asked politely.
She shook her head, so I walked towards the front desk making sure to be a available if she needed a menu or not.
She finally took a deep breath and approached the table, quickly sliding into the booth to face him. No “Hello!” or “Hey! How are you?”. They started up in what seemed to be the middle of a conversation they had already been involved in. And it was quite the heated discussion, if I may say so myself. The man’s plate arrived to the table and their waiter asked the woman if she’d like anything. She shook her head and continued to stare at the man who was now picking up his fork and knife to eat.
“The man was trying to shush her, but she wouldn’t have it.”
After about 10 minutes, I could hear the woman’s voice more and more as the conversation grew more intense. The man was trying to shush her, but she wouldn’t have it. He finally had enough and asked the waiter for the bill. Their server placed it on the table and walked away to give the two of them some space. Before I knew it, the man was coming up to the front desk asking me to quickly get the waiter because he needed to leave right away. I got their waiter and the man paid, all the while as the woman stared angrily at him.
“She had that You’re Dead To Me look that Lily sometimes has on How I Met Your Mother.”
He walked out of the restaurant, saying a quick thank you, as the woman stayed behind still sitting in the booth. As I walked by, I was a little scared. She had that You’re Dead To Me look that Lily sometimes has on How I Met Your Mother. She was fuming, then suddenly she was up and running out of the restaurant. I went to the front desk to look out the window into the parking lot and saw her yelling at him as he was opening the door to his car. She continued to run towards him and then threw herself between him and the driver’s side door, slamming the door shut and preventing him from getting in.
“She tried to hold on for dear life he attempted to exit the car by the passenger side.”
The man then calmly walked around the car to the passenger side door and unlocked it and slid into the seat. The woman pulled the door open on her side and as the man climbed into the driver’s seat, she threw herself onto him, her legs dangling out of the car. He tried desperately to push her off, but she’d wedged her legs into the door of the car that there was no way he was getting her off of him. She tried to hold on for dear life he attempted to exit the car by the passenger side.
Meanwhile, people walking by were starting to watch the scene unfolding before them as the man finally freed himself from her grasp. He ran out of the car and started heading back towards the restaurant. I quickly ran to be behind the front desk so he wouldn’t notice me watching the craziness of what was happening outside. I saw the woman getting out of the car and slamming the driver’s door as the man asked me to (very politely might I add) to call him a cab. So I did.
He waited in the front lobby as the woman paced around outside waiting for him to come out. She had finally had enough of waiting and stormed into the restaurant and took a seat right next to him. I mean, she literally made sure that the whole side of her body was touching his. And then she just glared at him as he blankly stared ahead. She talked, he didn’t.
I finally saw the cab pull up to the front door so I told the man that his cab had arrived. He thanked me and got up to leave. The woman shouted at him to not go, but he wouldn’t listen. As he climbed into the cab with her yelling at him, she did the same thing as when he was trying to get into his own car. She threw herself onto him, making sure to dangle her legs out of the car so that the driver could not drive away. After 5 minutes, I could tell the cab driver was starting to get extremely angry. He yelled at them to both get out and drove away, never looking back.
“He attempted to get back into his car, but she was a complete maniac and was one step ahead of him the whole time.”
By this time, the man was finally starting to yell. I could see him yelling at her to get away from him. He attempted to get back into his car, but she was a complete maniac and was one step ahead of him the whole time. I saw him trying to push her away from the car door and then suddenly he was off running.
“He had somehow grabbed her own set of keys and was running to her car.”
He had somehow grabbed her own set of keys and was running to her car.She chased after him and caught up to him before he could figure out which key was for her car and a screaming match began. All the while he was trying to fake her out by running back to his car and quickly spinning around to run back to hers. Finally, he gave up trying and it was a wave of screaming and crying from the girl. She tried to wrestle her keys away from him, but he held on with all his might and then he did something that made me think …
“Did he really just do that?”
I even asked it out loud to the two other waiters who had joined me to watch the crazy show in the parking lot. We were shocked. The man had thrown her keys into the middle of a busy street and made a run for it as she watched where they landed. She stared with her mouth hanging open as she realized what he’d done.
“She ran right into the middle, grabbed her keys like a football player running drills, and made a mad dash for his car.”
He ran as if running for his life and you could see the split-second-decision-making the woman was doing. Keys or The Guy? Keys or The Guy? She decided to make a run for her keys as the man jumped into this car. At that moment, no cars were driving down the road so she ran right into the middle, grabbed her keys like a football player running drills, and made a mad dash for his car. She was too late as he pulled out of his parking spot and headed towards the exit. She tried to run out in front of his car, but he had already pulled ahead of her before she had a chance to pretty much throw herself onto his moving vehicle.
She bolted towards her own car, got in to the driver’s seat and drove off like the dickens, heading in the same direction he did.
The whole day, the staff talked about what must have happened. Some thought that it was his mistress and he’d just called it off and she couldn’t let it go. Some thought it was his wife of girlfriend who was checking up on him to see if he was cheating on her. Some thought it was some Psycho Stalker. Whatever it was, it was one of the weirdest moments I’ve ever witnessed at work.