I hate summer

“….shower water. Isn’t that disgusting?”

“I’m sorry?” I shook my head.” What did you say?”

“THE OCEAN WATER IS USED AS SHOWER WATER. ISN’T THAT DISGUSTING!?” She shouted

“Yeah” I laughed nervously “Crazy huh? We never know how things work”

“I paid money to be on this cruise and I DESERVE exclusive treatment. Just give me my ocean water already.”

“A glass of wine in a beer jar” I handed her the drink, sprinkled some salt and added a sliced pineapple.

“That’ll do, Jerry” she put her sunglasses on and sashayed away.

I hate summer

“BARTENDER!? HELLOOOOO I HAVE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR LIKE FOREVER”

I sighed and moved on the next customer “What can I getcha?”

“Listen” she mimed whispered and then giggled “I think I killed someone”

“SCORE!” sunglass lady screamed while watching the playoffs

“What?”

“I-think-I-killed-someone” she mimed whispered again and started laughing “I didn’t know what I was doing and I just did it”

There’s no fucking way she did that.

“There’s no fucking way you did that.”

She grinned wider “I did. And what’s more, the bodies are in my room. Also, since you don’t report me.” She pointed at the glass in my hands “That’s what I killed them with. And it has all your fingerprints on it”

I looked down. The glass was in my hands. I had started wiping it down with a washcloth noticing the wine stains which I now realize is blood.

I shakily place it on the table quietly. My mind starts racing.

“ALL I need from you, is a shovel”

I look up “A shovel. That’s it?”

“YEP. Just a shovel. And I won’t tell a soul noooooo” she giggled again

“We are at sea. This is a cruise. Where are you going to fucking dig? Through the ship!?” I raged. Sunglass lady was looking at me. I took a deep breath and switched to another glass to wipe down. She looked away.

“Why does it matter? Just give me the shovel and its byeeeeee”

I didn’t like this. I didn’t like her.

I hung my apron behind me and left the bar. She started to follow me and I led her below deck. The shovel was there around the corner. Maybe I could hit her hard enough and run up to the deck captain. Maybe I could negotiate- no that wouldn’t work.

“Here you go” I picked it up and handed it to her. She grabbed it from my hands and left. I followed her from behind as she stamped her way up to her room. She looked around suspiciously, then opened her door. I peeked through the keyhole.

There were no bodies inside. I looked at what she was looking at.

Looking at the upturned goldfish in the bowl.

Thank god I released a sigh. Thank god she wasn’t a lunatic I looked at the short bloody knife in my back pocket. It’s starting to stink below deck I thought going back down. I hate summer.