It was a day like any other day. I sat at the counter watching Nancy ring up rude customers and their fatty caffeine drinks. As the last business-like-jerk picked up his double espresso latte Nancy mouthed jerk-off. I let out a laugh. As the business-like-jerk looked back with a look of confusion, Nancy too laughed. He eyed me with a smirk.
“Whatever.” I muttered turning away. He chuckled walking across
the café to a booth in the darkest corner of the café. I looked over at Nancy.
“What?” I asked. Nancy had a huge grin on her face. She cleared her
throat.
“Oh nothing.” She said yawning. I jumped up from the stool I was occupying and made my way over to the bathroom.
“Where you going?” Nancy asked from behind the register.
“Bathroom.” I said pushing open the door, and locking it behind me. I let out a sigh and walked into one of the only clean stalls. I pulled the lock on the stall door closing the toilet lid and sitting down. I put my face in my hands and waited for the headache to come. And there it was creeping its away from my spine to my brain. I pinched the bridge of my nose as the headache worsened. The pain was so bad that hitting myself in the head with a hammer would have been better then this. I heard the door unlock and someone walk in. I let my hand fall from my face and stood up. I climbed on top of the toilet lid and stood there listening. It could have been Nancy coming to see if I was alright, or it could have been our boss John coming in when he knows his not suppose to. I was still standing there when I heard a phone start to ring. It wasn’t mine because I knew I never carried my phone while I was working. Okay maybe not always but a lot of the time I didn’t carry it. I heard the phone click on and a deep male voice say, “Hello.” I could feel my throat being to close up. It was the same voice that belong to the business-like-jerk who order a double espresso latte.
“I’m kind of busy here. What do you want.” He said so low that I could barely hear him. He moaned. “Come on not again! I leave you for an hour and he already sneaks away unnoticed.” He takes a deep breath trying to calm himself.
“Okay tell me what happened?” He asked. I feel my feet start to go numb from standing on the flimsy toilet lid. I couldn’t step down because I know I would get caught and be accused for eavesdropping. Then it hit me. This was the women’s room! What in the hell was this creep doing in the women’s room…? Maybe he saw me walk in alone and wanted to take a peek at me on the toilet…! I thought to myself. I felt my face grow red. That creep! How dare he try to do such a thing. I stepped off of the toilet slowly, wanting to catch him in the act. I pulled the lock trying not to make a sound. Then he had to ruin it for me….
“Come on out I know…actually I’ve known you were in there the whole time.” I pouted learning that my cover had been blown. I pushed open the stall door and stepped out. He was leaning against the wall phone at his ear listening too whoever was on the other line.
“How did you know I was in there?” I asked looking down at the shiny tile floor. He chuckled. "Your stealth skills need a little bit more work, besides I saw you walk in here." Ha-ha so he was trying to take a peek at me! I thought victoriously. I was ready to jump for joy until when he said his next words.
“Don’t worry I didn’t come in here to peek at you,” He said switch his phone to his other ear. “Besides I have a girlfriend.” I rolled my eyes find that not hard to believe.
“Then why did you come into the ladies room, and not the men’s room?” I asked looking back to the floor. His face twisted in disgust.
“What and see all those guys using the bathroom,” He said. “No thank you.” I looked at him with a dumb-found look. He laughed.
“Just kiddin ya kid.” He stood there looking really bored until he must of heard something he didn’t like.
“What,” He screamed over the phone. “How could you let that happen? He kil-I mean he hurt someone?” He asked. I felt myself go numb. Was going to say kill…. I felt my heart start to speed up, my hands, and forehead became sweaty. His face was hard to read now, like he switched-off all his emotions. He let out an irritated sigh.
“Okay…okay I’m on my way.” He flipped his phone shut and slipped it into his back pocket of his pants.
“Well it seems that I’m needed elsewhere, see ya later Beth.” I stared after him as he walked out the door. “How did he know my name?” I asked myself. I pushed open the ladies room door and watched him walked to his car. He opened the BMW's door and hoped in. His car roared to life wiping out of it’s parking space, racing down the road. I walked over and switched with Nancy. It was now my turn to deal with the costumers. I stared out the glass front widows and door as a guy a few years older then me maybe, pulled the door open and walked in. He had long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, and shocking blue eyes. When he locked his gaze with mine

K, My landlord won;t fix a thing. I've had it. My fuse box is from the 40s. I can't have my washer and dryer on and watch TV or the whole house looses power. It's going to start a fire with the sparking that happens when you change the one fuse running the whole place. I've told him this and he gave me more fuses!! Told me to unplug things. I can't live properly with everything unplugged. 3 quarters of the windows don't open. Some aren't even glass, it's fiberglass mono foamed into the frame. The tiles in the bathroom are falling apart and cracked to the point I'm cutting my feet if I step wrong. Now, when I went downstairs to restart the dryer after the last power blowout there is boiling hot black goo coming out a drain down there. He's "fixed" it once before when it was just lukewarm water coming out. The bathroom wall that he's also "fixed" twice before is blue and falling apart in soggy chunks. This man owns a construction company and just built a brand new house. He knows what he's doing. It took 4 months for him to fix a really leaky faucet when I first moved in. I would move but I'm not in the financial place to come up with damage deposit on another place, also I'm not going to find a 3 bed house that allows kids/smoking/and pets for the amount I'm paying now. I was told I should get a hold of the fire Marshall, but I don't know how to get ahold of him/her. I'm in Canada. Who to call to inspect this place?
I had no idea about the power and the leaking when I moved in. It's not that it's the cheapest place, it allowed me to have my cat and a backyard for my kids. When I did bring the issues I have slowly been finding out he refuses to do anything about it. When I looked at the place I didn't plug everything in to test the power. Who does that really? My question is basically what are my rights? The city I'm in is going through a major boom and houses are hard to come by.