I met the man who went by the name DJ K on the Number 1 bus that ran from a light rail station to the bus stop I used. We started talking during that 25 minute ride. At some point I told him where I worked, which was a restaurant not far from that bus stop. He told me, not surprisingly, he wanted a thriving music career.
A bus much like the one on which DJ K and I met
DJ K is the subject of this Tale From Sip And Go Girl.
I was at work a few days later when a manager walked into the back of the house to find me.
“Sip and Go Girl, there’s some guy here to see you. His name is DJ K?? He wants to give you this.”
Dennis handed me a greeting-sized card in an envelope. I opened the envelope and took out an invitation.
DJ K had filled in the template.
What: A Date With DJ K
When: As Soon As Possible
Where: Anywhere Your Heart Desires
“Wow that’s nice,” Dennis said.
“Dennis, it’s weird. I met him on the bus this week! I don’t even know him.”
“Are you going to go talk to him,” Dennis asked.
“No! I think it’s creepy!,” I said.
Dennis looked at me closely. “Is it because he’s black?”
I looked at him with one eyebrow raised. “No, it’s because it’s creepy.”
Dennis agreed to keep me in the back of the house and kitchen the rest of my shift. I was working the salad bar section of the restaurant that night anyhow. I wasn’t a cashier or server.
Two hours later and a few minutes before closing, Dennis walked back to where I was cleaning counters.
“DJ K is still here. Sip and Go Girl, you should talk to him. He brought you a stuffed animal.”
“Dennis! No. There’s nothing I said on the bus to make him think I wanted him to come here and bring me a stuffed animal.”
DJ K departed after the restaurant closed. He also gave the stuffed animal to Dennis. Dennis showed me. I don’t remember what the animal was, but I do remember Dennis gave it to his toddler-aged daughter.
The next night at work, I heard a page on the PA system.
“Sip and Go Girl you have a phone call in the service station.”
The service station was the enclosed area where servers picked up orders from the kitchen window, filled drinks, and congregated during shifts.
“Hello. This is Sip and Go Girl.”
“This is DJ K. You humiliated me. One day I’m going to be famous and I’m going to make you stand up and publically apologize.”
He was angry.
“I don’t even know you!” I said. “I didn’t want you coming to my work and waiting for me.”
“I can’t believe this,” he spit into the phone. “You’ll regret turning me down.”
I told Dennis.
“Yeah, okay. Now that is kind of weird,” he said.
I haven’t received a call yet asking me to make a public apology.
That was 1993.
I sort of felt for DJK, until what he said when he called you. That’s hilarious! Smart decisions on your part, SaGG.