Waiting tables is a thankless job. Oh sure, the odd customer might mumble a “Thanks” without looking at me while he tucks the check into his wallet, ready to make his exit. What do I have to look forward to? The next guy, sitting at the same table, ordering the same food, mumbling the same “Thanks.”

Until I get out of here at night. That’s when the fun starts. See, I don’t work until close, so sometimes I leave before my customer does. When I know it’s going to happen, especially when a patron is really obnoxious, I mention that he left his lights on in the parking lot. He then turns to look in the general direction of his car, and tells me he drives the whatever… the green Toyota, for instance.

Strange how many flats we get at our restaurant.

3 thoughts on “Waiting

  1. Some jobs are done strictly for the money because the warm fuzzies are few and far between. Being part of the waitstaff is among the hardest, most underrated occupations on the planet. Be sure to over tip.

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