I had ordered a salad.
Pretty basic thing.
The waitress was kind and genuine, and a real looker to boot. I ordered a diet Pepsi with my salad too, can't stand the taste of water or coffee. So she came back and gave me my diet Pepsi and I drank it down fast, I was thirsty and the damn drink just tasted so good.
The waitress came back with another diet Pepsi and my salad, gave me a quick smile and returned to her work.
I got about halfway through the salad when the waitress came back and asked me if everything was good and I, of course, said yes. She smiled again. She gave me her number after that and said I was cute or something... I don't know. Just as she finished writing down that number, the bell signaling the arrival of another customer dinged.
"I'll call you later," I said, giving her a quick glare.
CRACK!
She went down like a sack of potatoes, leaving a bit of warm, sticky residue on my face.
I stood up and held my father's pistol at the young couple behind me and fired off three more shots. One into the back of his girlfriend's head, and the other two in his chest.
Five more shots and five more people who attempted to flee, fell to the floor. Damn, I'm glad I took those classes! Perfect headshots!
The others didn't even try to escape, probably thinking I was going to spare their lives.
I killed most of them.
Only two remained and I could not find them anywhere, an old man and his grand daughter probably got away today.
The cops pulled up and I continued pulling off a few more shots, taking down one of them. His partner got the upper hand, however, and now here I am lying on my back staring up at a ceiling fan waiting to die.
And who said you can't start a good story with "I ordered a salad?"
