1 one of those ideas. not a story alone. an event. I imagine this while eating my supper. the note i take to remind myself is:
'roider rages over guy making eyes at his waitress in a chain steak house. saugus.'
I imagine this bulky dude. a juiced up dude who looks to effort getting steroids more so than lifting weights. he's in a steak house with fake animals on the wall. he's with his gym rat friends. all order the same thing: well done sirloin, double broccoli.
the waitress is cute. friendly. cute. great smile. but something is up with her. bulky dude notices every time she comes by -- to refill diet soda, to up-sell sides -- she's looking over his shoulder rather than in his eyes. Bulk looks behind him, spots a frowzy little dude wearing a scarf. and Bulky realizes his waitress has not given him his just due as a customer, nor as a man. he's been cuckolded by a scarf.
when she brings him the wrong soda he f-bombs his friends. they are confused.
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