Story of my life

Chapter 6

It was a Saturday that the ex and I had broken up,

and by Monday morning, though I was by NO

means "over" the breakup, I was feeling ever so

slightly hopeful; or at least looking forward to a fun

breakfast with a friend.

One of my male coworkers was (is) like a brother

to me; we were hired on at the restaurant around

the same time, and over the six and a half years

until this point in the story, he and I had become

close and occasionally planned a breakfast outing

to catch up on the events of each other's lives. A

week prior to this aforementioned Monday, he and

I had planned to meet for breakfast at the

restaurant where we worked - only I got called

into work when another waitress went home sick. I

didn't know it at the time, but this was a game-

changing move. One of those moments where the

Universe intervenes because that particular event

wasn't in keeping with the greater plan.