by waiter | Jan 17, 2007 | Uncategorized
“May I get you something to drink?” I ask the teetering octogenarian on table 17. “Gimme a soda with no ice,” the old woman snaps. “Of course madam,” I reply. “And I want ice on the side,” she screeches. Not so loud Grandma. Turn up the hearing aid. “Of course...
by waiter | Jan 11, 2007 | Uncategorized
I’m standing on an outdoor patio overlooking the city of Rio de Janeiro. A cool evening breeze blows in from the South Atlantic, carrying away some of the city’s heat and leavening the metropolis with the scent of the sea. Below me the beach of Copacabana...
by waiter | Dec 14, 2006 | Uncategorized
I don’t like the guy sitting at Table 24. Something about him gives me the creeps. I can’t put my finger on it but give me time. “Can I get you something from the bar?” I ask. The man looks at the woman sitting across from him. “A glass...
by waiter | Nov 13, 2006 | Uncategorized
The hostess escorts a young couple to my section. As they walk to their table I notice they’re looking around nervously, like they’re out of their element. Maybe the Bistro’s the first fancy restaurant they’ve ever gone to. I sigh inwardly....
by waiter | Nov 6, 2006 | Uncategorized
It’s Thursday night and I’m annoyed. I’m annoyed that a pharmaceutical company reserved a back table for twelve people at seven o’clock. I’m annoyed because the pharmacy rep is a snooty power-pantsuited bitch. I’m annoyed that...
