Free write

So, this is my free write. I keep thinking of lots different topics to use, but they're all I'm too closely attached to and have all been pretty over analyzed. I just thought of this one. I think it will be the right fit. So, I think this is going to be my opening paragraph or around what it will look like.

It was Christmas time in New Buffalo, Michigan. The same town where more than half of the population actually resides in Chicago, but they all drive to the lake for weekends at a time during summer or on warmer holiday weekends. It's noon on a Saturday, and I've only waited on one table after being there for more than two hours. Talk about a slow day. Then a clump of six people walk in all smiling and bundled up in their North Face jackets and other expensive looking winter wear. Even though they were happy, I wasn't as thrilled. It wasn't because I'm lazy or didn't want to talk to anyone. It was because I knew how pissed Glenn would be once he saw the six people. You think the genius and creator behind all of the home made soups and the best tomato basil bread would be happy or think, 'Oh great! They love my food and continue to make me money!' Instead, Glenn would react in the same manner as if an entire school bus of screaming children just took over the dining room and were all screaming for different items. I wasn't thrilled, because I had seen him throw a fit over things even less complicated than a table of six adults. All I could ask myself every time my boss had a little panic attack over the simple things in life was 'Why the hell I still work here?' Which sometimes would lead to another question. 'How the hell did I get here?"