There will be times when you question your choices in your life, your goals, or your job. Whether these questions get you down or cause changes, it’s good to remind yourself why you love something or to reflect on the positives that have come from your decisions. On that note, I have had a couple of reminders this past week on why I love serving. My first reminder took place while serving a beautiful family with the most adorable little girls.
As I walked up to the table I noticed the little girls, about 6 and 7-years-old, sitting like proper ladies with their fluffy dresses on and hair pulled back with strategically placed sparkly clips and perfect braids, woven by their mother. The little ladies were very quick to take over the conversation and barely take a breath. Their parents warned me to not encourage the girls, as I would be stuck there all night. At this point I didn’t care because these little ladies were hilarious. The two lines that made my night came from the youngest girl, whom is surely to be a handful in the future.
“I’ve decided to not marry Justin Bieber.”
Then it was time for the bill to be paid. Her father pulled out his wallet and put it on the table.
“Be careful with daddy’s wallet.”
After taking the payment and saying goodbye, I had a smile on my face for the rest of the evening. I remembered being so excited to wear a pretty dress when I was younger and being a little handful for my parents as well.
Friday night, I left school and walked straight to work. It was just after 3 p.m. and I was asked to start right away. I took over the lounge walk-ins while trying to get my section ready in the dining room. The running around did not end until midnight. Before my dinner rush came in, I was serving a couple of tables, but one with two men stood out the most. One thing that many customers do not realize is that servers are busy and are serving tables other than just theirs. However, this is not a bad thing, just something that’s a bit difficult to juggle when they’re conversing with you and you are being buzzed to run an order out.
So, these two men came in and the one man reminded me of an old-timer mafia man: nice suit, straight whiskey on the side with his beer, expressive hand gestures, and laid back with a wad of cash in his wallet, and, well, older.
He chatted and chatted and made me laugh, and we made fun of each other back and forth. He then ended with a funny, yet uncalculated line.
“If I were 25 years younger…”
Well as cute as it was, 25 years younger would probably still pin him at 40-years-old, so, um, no go.
Then I had a table of three men who were putting their drinks down nearly faster than I could retrieve them. Well into them, I walked up to their table and noticed they all had their cellphones out and were showing each other pictures. I couldn’t help but notice one of the pictures of a woman in a tight dress, posing for the camera. Quick to not hide what they were doing, one of the men blurted out their guilty deed.
“We’re comparing our wives.”
I couldn’t help but blurt out my own opinion.
“Have you ever seen the commercial with the two men holding their babies and the one guy says that his baby is definitely cuter?”
They all snickered and said, “yes.”
I then responded with my reminder of the message from that commercial.
“Well, ya, some things shouldn’t be compared.”
I have never seen men do that in my life, but either way, it actually did make me laugh from the shock of it.
Summing up my busy shift, I got to meet new people, laugh with customers, giggle with the other servers, break a sweat, and finish the evening with a drink and banter with my fellow servers. At the end of the day, reflecting on serving, I wouldn’t trade in my job for anything else, well, at least until I graduate.
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