She used to be in a gang when she was fifteen but mostly she beat up other teenagers, stole money, and fucked a lot of the other gangsters. She had six older brothers who were all gang members, three of whom were shot a combined, seven times. She filed for bankruptcy because of a 100k debt she incurred from her still very prominent gambling addiction, is a terrific speller, gives great customer service, is sharp as a tack, fast as a cheetah, and healthy as a horse. The last two times she had a kid, she came back to work a week after giving birth. She came by to the restaurant to show off her week old baby wearing a low-cut floral dress smeared with fluorescent make-up, while wearing high heels. Then she went out and got fully inebriated with her brothers and a random stranger. She came back to work the next day with a black eye. A couple of times she showed up to work with a black eye, I told her to cover it up in the back but she wasn’t embarrassed or apologetic. She just piled on pink blush, smudged purple eye shadow, and traced on black eyeliner, which just made her look like a tranny raccoon. But she is the best waitress at the restaurant and she made it easier to ignore the assholes screaming for refills and asking for a discount because they just came out of rehab.
“I’m going to sleep with that cop who arrested Cesar. That’ll show him, that son of a bitch.” Cesar was her boyfriend, the father of her latest child, and was apparently arrested for fucking a prostitute and selling cocaine to teenagers.
“What’s that?” I point out a bright red spot on her neck.
She becomes coy and tucks her head to hide the hickey. She becomes a little girl, with a sheepish smile, admitting her mischief without rebuttal. She scurries away to take orders from one of her regulars, a smelly couple composed of a half-wit poet and an Arabian looking leech, with tits dragging on the floor. They come in everyday, stinking of sweat, hunched up like dopes, begging for attention and sucking up any kind of vitality around them. They order two oatmeal’s and four eggs over easy, coffee, and orange juice everyday without missing a beat. The letch comes up and tells me that she is going to file a lawsuit against me for having eggs that are too runny. I tell her she orders them that way. She tells me no. Then she comes by with a pot of coffee and tells the old hag to sit down and quit whining so much about eggs. There’s more to life than eggs sweetie, she says. There’s more than just that.
Actively writing since high school, Christine Rho won a screenwriting fellowship leading to her studies at UCLA’s School of Film/Television. There, she was able to win a Scholarship from the MPAA (Motion Pictures Association of America). Christine then graduated earning a Bachelor’s Degree with a concentration in Screenwriting. Since graduating, she has written and produced an independent feature, The Iron Man (2006) and has written more screenplays for the company. Her work will be featured in The Amor Fati. Her website is christinejrho.com.