Life of a Server
Today I got hugged by three different strangers. All for doing a good job. In return I left with seven dollars in my pocket. I used to eat. Three meals, sometimes two small snacks in-between to jump start my metabolism. Now I run around like a mad woman and am lucky to stick bacon in my mouth and wash it down with a coca-cola. Today was wedding day. Yesterday was before the wedding day. I waited on all of the wedding parties yesterday and came home with 70 dollars. A vast improvement from today’s seven. The bride’s party I waited on was from all over the world. Every Italian asked for cappuccino. “Our cappuccino machine came from Wal-mart,” I want to tell them, but don’t. It takes 20 minutes to heat up, in addition to the over inflated cost that the groom’s mother will not want to pay for. Instead I say we do not have it. They respond with a look like they have another reason to put on the list of why Italians hate Americans. …6. American youth do not know who Fellini is. 7. Ragu and Chef Boyardee are thought of as authentic Italian food 8. Not enough Fiat’s driven in America 9. Idiot savant for a president 10. No cappuccino on the table for breakfast The bride’s mother is concerned. She does not think there will be enough coffee for everyone and has requested coffee placed on each table.