Oklahoma

It is such a strange part of my life. Was its  purpose solely to get me to move to Utah? I don't know anymore. Now it just remembers in the strangest ways with even stranger people. 

When I got there I thought it would be just Katie and I, two sisters living our lives and trying to make a go of things. Kelly through a monkey wrench into any fantasy I had imagined of a utopian society in rural Norman, Oklahoma. I transferred to the Robinson Starbucks and knew almost immediately how different I was. There was a strong sense of Christ in the air and "True Love Waits" rings on clean, white hands that can only be found in a town in a notch of the Bible Belt. I got a part time evening job at IHOP to escape the wrath of Kelly and maybe make a few friends. IHOP in a college town is like a small circle of hell. Cigarette smoke, black coffee and me in my smart little IHOP uniform with a pink necktie. I hated it. I hated the jerkoff OU football players and their rude girlfriends, entire Sororities and Frats would come in and stiff the waitress on half the bill. The manager was an old man who never responded to the cashiers distress button and when questioned about it replied with a smug "I wanted to see how you handled it." My coworkers were a rag tag group of nobodies. One Korean fellow brought a gun to work in is lowered Mitsubishi and then subsequently set the dumpster in the back on fire when he himself was fired. Another was a compulsive liar and notorious thief who would steal just about anything. He was fired for eating leftover food from a customer's All-You-Can-Eat shrimp plate. Another was dating a dishwasher while dealing with her ex boyfriend who used to punch her out nightly. Another invited me over for the 6am party shift- the time when servers all over the country get off work and then go party until noon and then go to bed. I fell asleep in his recliner and woke up to him trying to undress me while one of his hands groped my breasts. His girlfriend was asleep upstairs.