Fortune’s Quarter

I felt like crap–achy, stuffy head, cough. I had not been sick in years, even working so closely with the public as I have in various restaurants. Not a sniffle, not a thing. Until now.

“He will think I am bailing again for the 95th time,” I complained to my co-worker. “But I really don’t want to go. I feel horrible.”

“Don’t you tell him every time you go out with him that you are just friends?” she asked.

“Of course, I have to,” I said, popping a Ricola drop in my mouth.

“So just call him and say you’re sick and you’re not going to Miami overnight with him and his pals. No big deal,” she said, then paused and smiled, “If you’re really just friends like you say you are.”

Sometimes I feel like I have to convince my new girlfriends even more than the boys that I am really, truly, very much only friends with anyone I go out with down here. They mean well, these girlfriends. They’re just a pain in my ass. Haha.

“I don’t know, maybe I should just go. It could be fun.” But I knew I would regret it if I went.

“Okay, we flip a coin,” she continued, reaching into her apron for a quarter. “Will RG have fun in Miami?” Heads yes, tails no.”

“Sure,” I agreed.

She tossed the quarter in the air and we watched it clatter onto one of the tables. Heads. Crap.I didn’t want to go!

“Will RG be better off if she stays in the Keys?” asked my co-worker girlfriend, tossing the quarter again. Tails. Oh for God’s sake.

“Just ask the damn thing if I should go,” I grumbled. Heads.

“Two out of three?” my co-worker girlfriend laughed.


In the end, tails ruled, and I called my guy friend who, according to my pain-in-the-ass girlfriends, is ready to set a date any time now, and I told him I was sick and bowing out of the Miami road trip. This would be the same guy whom I had told two weeks ago while we were at a pathetic local strip club when Upset Waitress had dragged me there “because you’ve never been to one” that we HAD to remain friends. I am pretty sure he only pretended to hear me while I was wondering exactly where to offer a handful of dollar bills to the dancer.

“Just take Dayquil and come on up,” he whined. No, seriously.

“Um, no. I really feel awful,” I tried to explain.

“Come on up. You’ll be fine. You don’t sound that sick.”

Are you kidding me? NO!

“No. I just need to be in my own place and swill cough syrup,” I said in a more certain voice. “I’m really sorry. You’ll have fun, though, I know it.” He hasn’t stopped calling and texting since, and he’s starting to make me insane. But, the quarter definitely had it right–even if it took two out of three to get it right.

“Do you think it’ll answer questions for me?” my co-worker girlfriend asked, flipping the quarter over in her hands.

“Of course!”

Thus, our quarter became our answer-man, our fortune teller, our tell-all-and-tell-no-lie beacon.

Should my co-worker girlfriend go to Costa Rica? Heads. Yes! Will Upset Waitress like her new job. Heads again. Great! Will we have a good season? Heads. Yea! Will the new owner of our restaurant be a total idiot to work for? Tails No! Awesome.

A couple of customers overheard us and wanted to give our quarter a try, too. “Will I catch any fish tomorrow?” Tails. Oops, sorry.

“Will I drink too much tonight?” asked another. Heads. Duh, you’re in the Keys.

“Will you go out with me?” Tails. No kidding.

Will RG Daughter be happy in the job she landed for after graduation? Heads!

Will RG ever give up this whole “friend” stuff? (This from my co-worker girlfriend.) Tails. See, I told you.

Our cook, who speaks little to no English and cooks like nobody’s business, is supposed to marry his girlfriend soon. So he tells our busser. Will he get married within a year? we asked the quarter. The busser translated for him. The cook watched the quarter toss as if his entire life’s future depended on it. Tails. Oh. Oh no. He was crestfallen.

“Wait, let’s ask the quarter if he’ll get married within six months!” I said to the busser who told the cook what I had said.

“Si, si!” Coin toss. Heads! Whew. We would still have burgers and burritos to serve that afternoon.

“How about me?” asked the busser. “Will I go home soon, you know, in a year?” Tails. Ugh.

“Ask it again, but say 13 months,” he pleaded. He was serious. Geez, this was getting a little too serious. Heads. Okay, perfect. Okay? Done.

The cook and the busser exchanged several comments in rapid-fire Spanish, laughed, and went back to work.

“That was intense, huh?” I grimaced.

“A little,” laughed my co-worker girlfriend.

“Hang on to that quarter,” I urged her. “Powerful juju, I think.”

Later that afternoon, my co-worker girlfriend forgot all about the quarter. Then, it was gone. Just gone. We figured it was in a random customer’s pocket on its way to a parking meter or vending machine. Which was probably just as well. It had told us all we needed to know. Which was just enough.







6 responses to “Fortune’s Quarter”

  1. Kim Ayres Avatar

    Ok, OK, I will leave my decisions entirely to fate! Flip the coin!
    Best of 3?

    Love it 🙂

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  3. Ribeye of your Dreams Avatar

    It would seem that this Fortune’s Quarter is what caused you to get the plague honey, I do hope you’re feeling better…I too, have gotten the plague recently and it’s not an enjoyable experience…. I’m not sure what illness it is, this plague, but I think it’s the flu…

    At any rate, I’ve returned again to the Blogosphere, and I’m glad to see that you’ve never left, Restaurant Gal, you’re one of the few true backbones left online!

  4. Rhonda Avatar

    You have to download the Magic 8 Ball app for your iPhone. All of my decisions have been a piece of cake since then. There is also a quarter fliping app for those times when my boys need to end an argument fast.

  5. Kim Avatar

    I was catching up after a couple months of being m.i.a. and im so glad to see that this move to the Keys was easier on you and better than the move to Ft Lauderdale!

    As always I love reading your blog and hope you feel better soon …. maybe you should have some oranges ?

  6. Restaurant Gal Avatar
    Restaurant Gal

    Kim–And if two out of three doesn’t work, five out of seven surely will!

    Ribeye–Hey! Welcome back. And I am almost back to well. Thanks.

    Rhonda–OMG consider it done! Great tip! haha

    Kim–And welcome back to you, too! I am swilling orange juice to stay well now that I feel mostly okay. And I LOVE the Keys. Had to do the bad stuff in Ft. Stupidville, I guess. But it’s all almost worth it to feel like a grownup again in this great spot.