The waiter’s nightmare: an ode to the people who take your order
I haven’t waited tables in over 20 years, but I still get the nightmares. It usually goes something like this. I show up for work a few minutes early. The hostess greets me at the door. “I just double-seated you,” she says. Wonderful. So I haul ass, get my apron on, clock in, and by the time I get to
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