I was confused by the last two lines. Did the distracted phone lady return and get seated again?
My mother worked a few years as a waitress in an IGA grocery store lunch counter. As a college instructor, I came in and hopped on a stool. She was there in a flash with her pad asking for my order while she poured me a fresh cup of coffee. Before you could say, "fast food," she was delivering my cheap hamburger just the way I ordered it. Needless to say, I tipped her handsomely. After many hours on her feet, racing to serve customers in a hurry on their 15 minute break from the clinic, she was used to getting nickels and dimes for tips.
I owned a restaurant for 8 years, so I can really relate to your fun poem. I personally think everyone should work in food service at least once in their life. Maybe then there would be a better understanding and more respect for others. Dealing with the general public is not for the faint of heart. Just keep my coffee cup filled.
Ha! fun poem, but waitressing is hard work, it seems.
I had a stint at Fatso's Pasta Joint. We had a deal
on the pasta - all you can eat - and one guy had 5
plates of the stuff!
ALL IN A DAYS WORK, JANE...MY HAT'S OFF TO YOU, MY FRIEND. I HAVE A GRAND DAUGHTER THAT DOES THE SAME THING...PUSHING, TAKING CARE OF HERSELF AND HER DAUGHTER. BE STRENGTHENED, PRESS-ON AND TRUST IN GOD FOR ALL YOUR BLESSINGS. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Yep, you meet all kinds when you work as a waitress. I found myself seeing that woman/girl/whatever as she made herself at home while you were sent for this and that, knowing she wouldn't leave anything for the kitty.
Perhaps the woman was down on her luck and couldn't even afford a cofee, that was why she needed to sell her car. Sad, but that could have been what was happenning.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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for sharing this enjoyable piece
love and peace be with you
William
My mother worked a few years as a waitress in an IGA grocery store lunch counter. As a college instructor, I came in and hopped on a stool. She was there in a flash with her pad asking for my order while she poured me a fresh cup of coffee. Before you could say, "fast food," she was delivering my cheap hamburger just the way I ordered it. Needless to say, I tipped her handsomely. After many hours on her feet, racing to serve customers in a hurry on their 15 minute break from the clinic, she was used to getting nickels and dimes for tips.
Ron
I had a stint at Fatso's Pasta Joint. We had a deal
on the pasta - all you can eat - and one guy had 5
plates of the stuff!
Regis
Sandie