Ride the King’s Highway
Service with a Smile
The next day I woke up at 9am to the clock radio playing “Johnny B Good” by Chuck Berry on some oldies station. I felt euphoric as I sat on the edge of my bed and wondered what the day would bring. How far would I get? I got up and stumbled, I realized that I was still intoxicated. I was starting out the morning inebriated without having to deal with the foul consequence of a hangover. I immediately walked over to the 12 pack of warm beer and reached inside, I felt around and grabbed the remaining two cans. A shower and two beers later and I was feeling like I was the new king, the king of the mountain, the king of the town, the king of everything and everyone around; I felt great. I threw on a pair of tight dark blue jeans and walked out to my bike to tie down the gear.
She stopped her cart and walked inside of a motel room. She had on tight jeans but they were rolled up to her knees only showing off her calves. I had never seen this type of fashion before so it was this which first caught my eye. I saw a Coke machine in the background and became thirsty. I walked past the room and glanced in; she worked making up the beds. I returned from the machine with a bottle of Sprite. I put a hand on each side of the door and leaned into her room, “I’m not checking out for another 3 hours, if you want to take a break why don’t you stop by my room.” I smiled and walked away before she could even respond. By the time I got to my room she was at her cart, no doubt to get a look at me. I saw her out of my peripheral vision, but gave no notice as I opened my door and walked inside.
I was watching Biodome on the television, still feeling out the morning buzz when I heard three little taps on the door. I walked over to the door and opened it up to see her standing there. I didn’t expect her at all, but there she stood. “I have 15 minutes, I can’t stay any longer.”