Diner Downer
There’s nothing better than a waiter that is totally in tune with your dining needs. There is an art; a zen-like focus and timing when it comes to waiting tables. Now that we have been in our new house for two years, Ang and I have frequented the neighborhood establishments often enough to be on a first name basis with most of the wait staff. They have become our extended family. But just like with family there is always “the one” who goes against the herd; the one they keep in the basement when comp’ny comes. Such was the case with “Alicia.”
In Alicia’s defense, we were new to this particular restaurant so she didn’t know to be dripping with sweet, oozy, delight as she approached our table. She also didn’t know, that despite my racoon-like obsessiveness with clean hands, that we prefer to eat with silverware. Anyway, I’m not sure what octave she was speaking in when she asked what we would like to order but I remember seeing the water in my glass vibrate slightly. Honestly, she had a freakishly high pitched voice that made it impossible to understand what she was saying most of the time so I just nodded a lot. Which explains why I ended up with all you can eat fried pickles and a carafe of limeade.
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