2 more days. Long days. I can somehow imagine the last day will go quick, we'll get the customers out early, move the tables, final clean of bar and kitchen, our thoughts will be on the brief weeks ahead. Which really only leaves one day, one long day, much to do...
The customers, some, most of whom are too kind. I'll miss them, don't want to disappoint them that I no longer care to serve, it's tough to explain but they should understand. Still, some will be missed more than others.
Like Mitch, great regular customer, friendly, loves his food. And he has an apartment in Vancouver, he's trying to get me to take the keys to it, "Take a vacation, a couple of days off and go stay there" he says. And I want to explain that there are no days off here. None whatsoever, never 2 days off in a row. But he's on a roll - "I have a 57 Mustang convertible, fully loaded, you can have the keys.... Now this is nice, he doesn't know me but I serve him maybe twice a month, and he's offering me his apartment and even if there were time I couldn't accept but he's so insistent, the spirit is grand and I'll miss him, miss the others. Most of the others anyways.
But there's the vacation, the dentist, and then the move and it will be time to move on from there as well.