The inevitable

A table full of doctors is sat in my section. They are in professional clothing, as if they just got out of a conference. They order expensive appetizers, and entrees. They asked for extra sides, and each had a cocktail. They all laugh about some joke that was not even as funny. Yet again it might be the wine that was getting to them. As I am recovering the dirty plates from the table, they ask me what I want to do with the rest of my life. It was going perfect until they had to ask me that damn question. I replied with the best answer possible…"I don't fucking know."…… Minus the f-word